I’m incredibly cranky.
I got spoken to at work…like I was an intern.
“Do you want me to go to the hearing?”
“Yeah, we’re getting new guy, j and i in on the list…so you can go and wait in line just in case we don’t get on the list.”
Are you fucking kidding me?!
I had a vision of just being the admin bitch for the next year and a half. I sat at my desk for the rest of the afternoon contemplating a jump…how do i do it though with a boss that’s super connected. But after the talk I had with my sort of kind of former boss at happy hour (she had a title change which took the personnel aspect out of her job) she gave me a few suggestions and offered to be my reference. She was after all…the one who hired me.
I don’t like to talk about work but I’m cranky and I just see this? This new guy…as a downward spiral and not getting the policy experience that keeps being promised to me. I just see myself as being the one who gets called to my boss’s office to change the font type on her email…to be the one to enter every single god damned person she meets into her contacts…to be the jerk off who waits on the line because yeah sure you can go to the hearing but you’re on your own to get in.
Eff. That.
I mean…I should really have applied to that job on the hill in my Senator’s office. I should really not write off hill jobs but god damn. I have GOT to get out of this job.
Grad school? Anyone?
AND THEN!! TO top that crap off?
Some girl who’s been working at the gym for like… A WEEK acted like she was SUPERIOR to me! Back of bia…i been here a helluva lot longer than you. Then she was like “oh it;s been such a long day…i got up at 5:30 to get my kids ready for school…and then i ran some errands before coming here…and then I went home…and then i came here…” and worked from 3 till 9 or some shit like that.
No offense to all my mommy blogger pals. I’m sure getting the kids off to school is a struggle. But I work 9-6. I’m out the door by 8:25 to get the metro…so i can be in the door at 9am. Then? I work till 6. Not 5. Not 5:30. 6pm. Even though the new guy left at 5:30 (jerk off). and get home by 6:40 to leave the house by 6:53 to be at the gym by 7pm. Then? I get to be there till 11:15-11:20.
Eff you bia. I don’t want to hear about your woes.
Now…I’m going to watch Gossip Girl and feel better about my life. Or something like that. Don’t forget to enter my pay-it-forward contest!
