Sometimes I’m envious when I listen to my boss. He’s my age, has a house, two kids and is able to give them everything. Summer camp, parties, whatever extra curricular activities they desire.
I am barely making ends meet. I cannot afford to send my kid to camp (thank goodness he doesn’t want to go). I can’t afford much of anything. I’m blessed that my kid doesn’t ask for much but sometimes I feel so guilty that I can’t give him more.
Daisy’s (the lazy fuck) boss made her come into today and she isn’t speaking to me. According to her BFF Monica (again Daisy constantly talks about Monica behind her back) her boss called her at home yesterday (she originally had yesterday and today off) and said that “I” couldn’t handle all the work and she “had” to come in. First of all they never hire a temp. When one of us is out they expect the other secretary to do all the work. I have no problem with that (okay I do) but the bottom line is that I do what I’m told when I’m told. I am not physically able to accommodate four busy people at once. And believe me I do a lot more work (and much better quality) than the subject of this rant. I feel like I’m in kindergarten. I also believe that her BFF instigated some of this as she doesn’t like her. I at no time told her boss I couldn’t handle it. It was no doubt my boss who told him to get someone else to help him out because I had tons of work.
This is really upsetting me. I cant’ stand it when someone doesn’t talk to me. My father did that to me when I was growing up – after one of his rages and my ex husband did the same thing. This time, though, I refuse to smooth out her feathers and make nice.
Ms Lazy I’m put upon ass took a couple of days off. Sneaky bitch. Sneaky because she didn’t bother to tell me. I always tell her (then again I have to as she in the keeper of the attendance slips) and she always gives me a hard time translation: She might actually have to type a letter for my boss. Meanwhile I get stuck with her two bosses. One who hasn’t bathed since World War II.
Later Her fucking bosses and my fucking bosses are driving me crazy. Would plotting their demise be considered goofing off or something valuable for my mental health.
Now Ms. I don’t give a crap sent out a letter for my boss and didn’t bother keeping a copy of the Fed Ex receipt. So everyone is going crazy looking. Now if the schmuck had only kept records. But she proofreads nothing, spends more time on the phone with her boyfriend and family or schmoozing with the receptionist her best friend (depending on which way the wind blows).
I pitched a fit only to find out that Ms. Lazy will be in tomorrow. Her boss said to me (as he piled on work) that she said that she could come in if he needed her (DUH). Like fuck, you’re not calling in a temp and you’re piling all your shit on me. The next time Ms. Lazy cops an attitude about my taking a day off well tough shit.
Meanwhile tubby/always comes in late/calls in sick receptionist is giving me the cold shoulder no doubt because I showed displeasure at her buddy being out (and not telling me). If tubbylate only knew what her “best friend” said behind her back she wouldn’t be so “protective” of her. Now her fucking smell boss came in and nagged me.
Today I’m working slowly and deliberately. Usually I rush to get things done. Today I’m taking it easy as my work is easy and it’s raining outside. I’m so glad this is my last work day for the week. I’m taking tomorrow off. I get to stay up late tonight, watch t.v. and cuddle with my Gordo. I'm totally positive that the reason that my blood pressure is under control is because of that cat. When he cuddles up next to me nothing is wrong in the world. Last night I was napping and there he was cheek to cheek my little soft stuffed animal. Of course when he misbehaves he gives me that big eyed look like "who me your little sweetie?"
It is with a great deal of satisfaction that I’m watching Daisy a/k/a Ms. Put Upon and Overworked -- but spends more time on personal phone calls, on the Internet or hanging out with her BFF (this week) Monica than she actually works. Her boss who usually isn’t in on Fridays is here giving her tons of work and tons of grief.
Meanwhile Monica actually apologized to me for not inviting me to her bash saying even some of her cousins couldn’t come. Daisy bought me breakfast on Monday and yesterday gave me this delightful scrapbook (equivalent to a “baby book” for cats). Believe or not I’m not irritated at Monica anymore. Daisy I can live without. She loves to play the victim, inflicts her bad moods on most of us and will never own up to her mistakes. Gee hope her boss stays the entire day. Hee Hee Hee.
I’m grateful I only have to work a half day. It’s true that my husband and I have to meet with our son’s principal but anything is better than this place these days. They still continue to include me at lunch, endlessly yapping about the party. How her relatives love “her friends” and plans to go to the sister’s beach house this summer. I guess I’m supposed be above it as Helen has known Monica for 10 years and that makes them “friends”. Never mind the amount of time she’s spent over the past year badmouthing her. And Daisy – how many times has she badmouthed Monica to me but hangs out with her on the weekends (and complains how ungrateful she is) and is constantly at her desk while Monica shops online and Daisy complains how she’s the most overworked person in the place but I notice she spends lots of time on personal phone calls (the speaking Spanish to her boyfriend – often – is a dead give away, and her entire family and countless “phone calls” to Monica (so theoretically her boss won’t see her up front). Maybe I’m being ultra paranoid but even my bosses seem less nice. One of them looks at me with downright pity. Now I know one of them has been sore since I called in sick the day after Memorial Day. Folks you should know by now if I call in sick I’m sick. Yeah sick and tired of the shit that goes on in here. So now I sit here with a heavy heart for another day. Pretty soon Monica will come in no doubt 10 or more minutes late, dressed like a slob in her pajamas and the bosses won’t say a damn thing. Just like John and James both in the mailroom who do almost nothing and give you an attitude anytime you ask them to do their job. I try so hard.
There is no such thing as a friend in the workplace. You may hear the intimate details of your co-workers life on a daily basis but the bottom line is that given the chance same co-worker will stab you in the back. It’s the nature of the beast. I was suckered into thinking my co-workers were actually my friends. I work with three other women (I know trouble already) and since day one we have all had lunch every day. In the almost year I’ve been here I can count the times on one hand where we haven’t shared our lunch hour. Not to mention all the other hanging out in-between we were like one happy family.
So when Monica was having a 50th birthday bash, discussing it at length I thought for sure I would be part of the festivities. At first she invited Daisy. Now Daisy and she have been friends for 13 years. (What Monica doesn’t know is how much Daisy badmouths her when she gets the chance.) Now I fully understood at first when Monica said that she could only invite Daisy and no one else from “work” as she was keeping the party small. No problem here. But then I saw the party list and I noticed that she also invited Helen and her boyfriend. Now Helen is our third lunch partner. Again, Helen is the subject of much criticism by both Daisy and Monica but she’s always “included” in our lunches.
I never would seen the party list had Monica not asked me to watch the phones while she chit chatted through the office. (By the way she is the receptionist who comes in at least 10-20 minutes late every day and gets away with it). There it was on a green post-it. Plain as day was Helen and her boyfriend were listed as attendees
Before I left on Friday I went to Helen who confirmed same and couldn’t believe that Monica was that mean. Helen even told Monica that if I was invited she would pick me up and take me there since she has a car and I don’t. And how mean it was of Monica.
Now it is Monday morning. Daisy passed by me and said Good Morning then looked at me and asked if I was all right and I said nastily “sure why wouldn’t I be: an she said “okay in a nasty way”. I’m just not good at the pretending thing. I do wear my heart on my sleeve and it hurt big time.
Is this supposed to be a good thing that I cried my eyes out to my husband and said I could call him anytime. Damn it.
So I’ve eye drops in my eyes and tried to put on a happy face to others. It’s hard.
Monica gave me a cheery hello, I said hello back and kept on walking. I wish I was anywhere but here.
OMG Monica stopped me and gave me a “goody bag” form the party She said she “promised” me one. Now when the shindig was going to be 50 people I understood that it could only be family and friends. But when she narrowed it down to 19 and then invited Helen?! God I’m so fucking confused.
An Hour Later:
So I just tried to make nice to Daisy and hate myself even more. Then I went out to the reception area and Monica started pulling up the party pictures and started saying look at so and so. So I made a hasty exit. It hurt so much. So big fucking deal you gave me a goody bag. Do you think it’s any consolidation when you invited Helen and her boyfriend? And do you know how much Daisy badmouths Monica on a regular basis. Makes me glad that Daisy isn’t my BFF.
