First, the lady in the next cubicle really needs to stop eavesdropping on my phone calls and then asking me for more details about them because I was talking too quietly for her to hear it.
Next, note to everyone in every office, even you have a door: we can all hear you. We can hear you clipping your disfigured toe nails. We can hear your insipid ring tone even when you can't. We can hear you talking to your date/GYN/sponsor. We can hear you gossip/apply for jobs while you're supposed to be helping someone here finish a project. Heck, the cats in the alley downtown can fucking hear you.
I try not to talk loud enough for you to hear me. Kindly return the favor. If you could use a monotone while you're doing it, even better.
I have been emailing over-the-top suicide notes to my husband all day begging him to get a job, any job, just get one so I can get out of this shit hole before I kill someone preferably the vp who sits right next to me and can't mind her own goddamn business and just be happy I'm the best editor she's got and stop trying to fix me because I ain't broke, or maybe the HR person who tells me I can go remote as long as I leave town and take a 15% pay cut (why? Do I get to work 15% less? No. Can I make 15% more errors? Will I laugh 15% more when I quit?) anyway, each email more desperate than the last because who knows, it could be menopause, but it feels like I'm in the wrong job and doing too much for too many people for not enough. Oh wait, that's motherhood and marriage.
Unpacking Someday
2 years ago
Would it be helpful to mention that they should pay you 15% MORE because you won't be sucking up electricity from the office, but using your own instead? Probably not.
ReplyDeleteIt's like using the automated checkout in the grocery store. If I use it, I want a discount. I've BEEN a cashier, I know how hard they work, and I think that if you're going to eliminate one, then I deserve the discount. Or so I keep saying.
I was only able to make that statement stick once. I was in Home Depot with about $150.00 worth of painting stuff in my cart and there were no cashiers. I asked someone, they said I "had" to check myself out. I refused and left my cart at the front of the store. The manager even followed me out of the store....
Get out in the sun. Screw the sunscreen and have one margarita in the great outdoors. It's worth it.
I love you Messy. I just wrote a nasty letter to Delta, complaining about our insane trip into Denver (I'll write a post), and ended it with "the only bright spot was your on board staff. You should pay them a lot more."
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