She Works Hard for the Money

Dude, I don't even know anymore.

I'm a pretty model employee. I make things work, I get people going, and out of the complaints made about transportation none of them actually involve me.

So why am I facing my second write-up in three months? In my life?

No, really, that's an actual question. Because I really don't know where it's coming from. Because I show up to work. I do my job. I do other people's jobs. But like clockwork, I'm being yanked into the office.

Apparently I should know that repeating something(something said, by the way, loudly in an office full of people) is bad. I'm supposed to listen to the advice that wasn't actually given at any point. And if I wanted to send someone an honest, apologetic email stating that I wasn't able to convince the big boss not to yank vans from a group, and that the recipient of the original email could talk to her if she liked, well FUCK YOU BUDDY that's insubordination. By the way, apparently it's entirely legal for your boss to ask to see your work emails. Privacy < capitalism.

I'd own up to it if I was getting yoked up on any of the actual mistakes I've made, but that's not what's going on. I'm blindsided by issues that aren't even issues(or at least not what I consider issues; obviously, there's a difference in opinion.)

Frankly, I don't need this. I'm an intelligent and talented individual that has been a benefit to every place I've ever been employed. I don't need to have someone in the office running to the boss lady and using every opportunity to chip away at my reputation. I don't need an anxiety spike every morning as I put my shoes on to go to work. And I don't need someone who hasn't been at this college a quarter as long as I have talking the way she does to me because she's trying to be the HBIC.*

I always talk about getting a new job, but then I have a very good day and think "Oh, it's not so bad", and stick around. But I think yesterday really sealed the deal.

Tonight, I'm going to have myself a good dinner. Then I'm going out with Dory and drinking until I reach the next plane of existence. And when I get home and snuggle soundly in my bed, I will sleep like the dead, until I awaken and go get myself a good breakfast at our local cafe. And when I'm purchasing my everything bagel, toasted with cream cheese on the side, I will grab our local newspaper. I will peruse the "Help Wanted" section, and I will go find myself a new damn job.




*Head Bitch In Charge