May. 13th, 2008

I had a ROTTEN day today. One of my coworkers got in my face and told me, "I know you took my chair and I'm tired of you messing with my stuff."

WTF? First of all, someone was there when I got to work today. I did NOT take her fucking chair, that coworker has already told me that she absolutely didn't see me switch the chairs, and I would think that that would get someone's attention. Secondly, I haven't messed with this woman's stuff EVER. She must have me confused with Betty who does it ALL THE FUCKING TIME. When Betty does it? She LAUGHS.

Third, do NOT get in my face. EVER. I have a fairly short temper, when I'm being accused of something outright that I didn't do, and I consider stepping into my personal space to be assault. I don't give a fuck if the letter of the law says that physical contact needs to be made. Next time she does it, she will be forcibly removed from my personal space.

So when I got done talking to Bree about it, Joyce and Andrea had a fucking FIFTEEN MINUTE CONVERSATION about the fucking chair. Keith got involved at one point, too. And I swear to GOD, if I hear that they told Keith that I took Joyce's chair, Bree has about 45 seconds to deal with the issue before I go to personnel to file an official complaint.

This shit is GOING to stop. I don't care what I have to do. I will NOT deal with this shit ANY longer. This has gone on long enough and I refuse to tolerate being treated like this further.


May. 13th, 2008 08:22 pm
Sometimes having a bit of courage pays off.

*waves to [ profile] arydrall in his standard greeting to the flist* :D

I've calmed down a little bit now. I still feel like I'm going to throw up when I think about going into work tomorrow, but I'm less *upset*. Honestly... if I can say it enough times, I'll believe it, despite my bad habit of needing everyone to like me.

They're my coworkers. I do NOT need to be friends with any of them. I go to work, do my job, and collect my pay. I'm fucking awesome. If they're too stupid to see that, their loss.

(Count the number of statements in that paragraph that I don't actually believe. Go on, do it. XD)

I'm playing with the idea of doing a Glamor Shots again. I... again, for the same reason I've wanted to for forever. To get an idea of how I'd look as a guy. I just... don't have the cash right now. *sigh* Damn me and my impatience... If I hadn't told TurboTax to take their filing fee out of my return, I'd have my bribe money Economic Stimulus payment already. As it is, the check will be mailed no earlier than June 6th; possibly longer, due to the reason why it's being mailed and not direct deposited.

I have to pay Cal's speeding traffic ticket, too. God, we don't have the money for this... I don't even know how much it is, actually. How much does a failure to use a seatbelt usually run?

I'm sorry, but my stance on THAT is the same as every other victimless crime (ie prostitution, recreational drug use, etc): It's fucking STUPID. If I want to put my life in God's hands and not wear a seatbelt, I should be allowed to. Never mind the fact that he WAS wearing his seatbelt. I guess in this case that dumb law is a good thing, since he would have been instantly stripped of his license if he had been cited for the speed he was going.

*sigh* Speaking of recreational drugs, I sure as hell could use a valium right now...



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