Arghhhhhh!

Ok, I watched "Fat Actress" last night.

It sucked. Moving on.

Ok, so I didn't let it bother me that I got passed over for promotion at the office, again. Considering that the person I got bumped in favor of is the chief admins "best friend" (at least for now until said chief admin needs a sacrificial lamb) and her husband plays golf with the fella whose name is on the door I figured out a long time ago that she would be moving on up a lot faster in this organization than I would.

But then I got into the office a month ago and found this e-mail.

...we are changing your hours until {XXXXX} get more comfortable with her new job....

(and yeah, that is how much of a grasp of grammar the woman possesses)

Excuse me, but I'll put up $20.00 that says she's already comfortable with her new fucking paycheck.

I've expended all the energy I have to be pissed off about it. But it has changed the way I deal with work now. I really hate this shit, it's not what I signed on for. I have become that last one in, first one out joker that never sticks around for anything. I really could care less. Not that I was ever very good at not giving someone my honest opinion, I was at lest decent about sparing someone else's feelings. I don't make much effort to do that anymore.

Stuff that has zero to do with my life, now, instead of saying something along the lines of, "that's nice" or "well, I hope that works out well for her", now gets a "fascinating" or "not much I can do with that" and I find someplace else to go. If I can't can't have a level playing field at least I can have some physical distance and complete and total emotional detachment.

If I'd spent less time concentrating on college and more time concentrating on the fine art of kissing ass... who am I kidding, I'd still be in this same situation. My kids didn't go to school with the bosses kids and I never ordered anything from the bosses daughter when she was selling Tupperware, Pampered Chef, or any of the other wonderful home based businesses she's been in over the years. I tell myself that I am a good employee and deserve a shot at management because I come to work everyday, mind my own business and don't gossip (at least not much anyway) and keep my personal phone calls to a bare minimum. This is not the case. In retrospect I should have been running out of the office because my kid farted and belched at the same time in class, borrowing money from co-workers and running out because my utilities have been shut off, or borrowing money from the guy whose name is on the door because my teenage daughter who already has one child and really can't handle another needs an abortion. Not once, but twice.

But hey, I'm not bitter.