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When you begin a new career, literally everything is new. Literally. New faces, new offices, new responsibilities. Along with all this fabulousness comes new evil people and arseholes of many shapes.
Lets talk about Evil Tech.
Evil Tech is slightly younger than I and a peer in the workplace. He is not my boss. He is not my minion. We are equal. I have treated him as such since that first day I walked through the door with my Louboutin’s strapped firmly on and a smile on my face. Ah yes, those were halcyon days!
Evil Tech was put in charge of event planning. He has since made it impossible for me to do my job by not telling me what he is organizing for whom, who he has hired, what services are needed and what group he is working with. He refuses to fork over the invoices, contacts, a budget or share important information such as WHEN or WHERE the event will take place, who is arranging the advertising, who is on the V.I.P list, who is catering and most importantly…what staff will be working this event. Has he hired a staff? Through what venue? These are all the finite details that belong to me and are my responsibility. I gave him a checklist, we discussed it for two hours during the BIG meeting with the big bosses and he said he was clear on what he needed to do and what his responsibility to me would be.
Yesterday I received an email asking who he should have the assistant planner contact for set up. Umm, that would be YOU, you Evil Tech. Don’t even try to push any of this off on me, fuckwit. I tired to help and what did he do? He ran to Short Skirted Twat and told her I was stepping on his toes.
Fine
.I have decided to sit back and watch Evil Tech try to work this out all on his own. He wanted all the glory to himself so he will have to do all the work without any help from me. I’m just going to sit back and watch him go down in flames.
I love this job!
Cousin: “Won’t you even consider it?”
Me: “Hmmm. No.”
Cousin: “If you were to move back, think how much closer you’d be to the family!”
Me: “Yes, I know and that is precisely why I’d like to remain where I am.”
Cousin: “Oh c’mon. You can’t be serious…”
Me: “Oh, no?” ((soft chuckle))
Cousin: “Really 42, don’t you think you’ve ‘found’ yourself by now? I mean, honestly, if you haven’t figured your life out yet you may as well come home and be with your family. A single girl at your age mustn’t want to be alone should she? Besides,not having a husband it must be awful to do things on your own and have no one to depend on.”
Me: “There is so much wrong with what you just said I don’t even know where to begin! Firstly who told you I was trying figure out who I am? I’ve knows for ages exactly who I am as opposed to the rest of you who remain clueless about what you want from life as is apparent by the way you all mope and complain about every bloody thing in your lives. The more you have, the more you have to complain about. Not to mention that none of you can think for yourselves for Christs’ sake. When was the last time you made a grown up decision all on your own without having to ask your husband for permission. PERMISSION for fuck sake! You’re telling ME to grow up?! It’ll be a cold in hell before I take any advice from you! And as far as being a spinster is concerned, you have apparently never considered that it is my choice not to marry. Do you think I want to end you like you and the others? Married to a prat in a suit who is fucking his secretary? Nooooo thank you. My love life is perfect as it is and I wouldn’t change one damn thing about it. You know what the worst part of this bloody conversation is? Having to justify anything to you. That’s it. I’m done.”
Cousin: “Well, could you be any ruder please?”
42: “Indeed I can. Piss off.”
~end trans~
Starting a new job is always riddled with anxiety and insecurity. You’re the new kid on the block, the one who does not know the inside jokes, which toilet to stay away from in the loo, which fella to steer clear of, which boss never and I mean NEVER to get in front of walking up the stairs in a short skirt….you know, all that sort of thing. Who knew that Kenneth, the man who called in to work on the copier equipment, suffered from Tourettes Syndrome and everyone had a good laugh as you tried to remain calm while he was bleeting like a spring lamb and shouting “PANTS!”. You bastards.
The very social aspect of the new job has been so enjoyable and I have to say, always having been a bit of a loner and liking my quiet, I’m having so much fun at all these work related parties and events it’s not really like work at all! Take yesterday for example; Now, I know traditional Tea is not not exactly everyone’s cuppa but considering the age group of the invitees it was perfect. It came off so well I’ve decided it will be repeated. I met such lovely ladies with the most amazing stories. Of course afterwards, those of us who planned this very sweet afternoon of cucumber sandwiches and other tasty bite sized treats ended up at the pub swilling beer and eating salted nuts, as you do.
The other thing about this job I like is getting invited to really cool events at the weekend. The Tattooed Man is not thrilled about wearing clothing without the knees torn out but he’s getting used to it. In fact, just last night he said he was actually looking forward to this weekends invite. He’s been such a good sport about all this. My life has moved 180 degrees in the opposite direction and he came along for the ride without so much as a moan. The man is perfect.
Sated and smiling, I’m off to work this morning to meet with the insurance company and see what all that is about. This just doesn’t feel like work at all and I feel as if I’ll wake up at any moment and realize it’s all a dream.
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know consequently a
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joint tested my gas felt of
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minute i was back in neutral tried and
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greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
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happy to see how nice she acted right up to
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Gardens i slammed on
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