It Has Been A Long Week, Month, Year

I was told yesterday by a co-worker, who I will call [NAME REMOVED FOR LEGAL REASONS], that I have chosen to put myself on the sidelines at work. This was in response to me telling her that I would not be donating any money to her current charity.

I was working side by side with [NAME REMOVED FOR LEGAL REASONS] and she had had several other “gems” of knowledge to pass on to me. These included talking bad about others in the office, letting me know that she is personally going to make sure that a new supervisor will not be around for long, that she is rude to members on the telephone and no one can touch her because she is union. Why she felt she needed to share all of this with me I do not know. Maybe she believes that she is my friend.

Let us clear these up:
1) There are people I don’t like in my office. I’m not going to just start blurting out personal insults about the person, nor do I want to hear them. In fact, it mostly just makes me dislike you. Which could cause a blog to be written concerning what an evil bitch you are. Or I might just ignore it.
2) A new person, with a new point of view is brought into the office. Instead of enjoying what could be a bright light, you have decided to tear this person down.
3) It takes more effort to be rude to someone on the phone, then to answer the questions and move on. That you get some type of glee from treating someone rudely does not impress me. Just makes me want to avoid you. More then I do now.
4) Thanks for reinforcing that unions protect the bad with the good.
5) I am not your friend. I smile and say hello when we pass in the hall, because that is what civilized people do.
6) I do not sit on the sidelines. I just don’t do things with you or your group. Why? Re-read #’s 1-5.

In the year since I have come back to this office as a contract/temp employee I have had many ups and downs. Mainly thanks to idiots at work like the prior mentioned. I am very good at my job. I like my job. I used to love my job. Several things have added to the decline of my feelings.

1) Changed to a different cubicle due to the hate filled environment around my location. Again I do not like listening to people constantly talking bad and arguing with people. Here is a hint, if you have a tough call and end up arguing with every 1 out of 2 callers; it’s not the callers, its you.
2) I think maybe I have been ignored once too often when I have input. And slammed once too often for input. I am sorry if some of the old timers see me as a threat. Maybe if you did your job instead of being worried what others are up to, your numbers would improve.
3) Do not continue to refer to me and the other temps/contract employees as part of the “family”. You don’t mean it. I have to reference the nice email that was sent out after the All-staff meeting the other day:

You may have noticed the water bottles filled with candy corn and peanuts on our food tables. They were our door prizes. Winners chosen at random off the mailbox list are:

(Names removed)

You will find your prizes in your mailboxes. We realized afterwards that temps and students don't have mailboxes, so cups of leftover candy corn and peanuts are in Central for you (if you an employee, please leave these for our staff that work just as hard for less benefits)...enjoy!

Wow, half cups of left over peanuts and candy corn! Yeah, bite me.
I understand budget restrictions have caused a hiring freeze. I am glad everyone got those brand new computers last week. Helps let me know my place in the office. I hope they can be trained to answer the phone.

4) The constantly asking me to give money to charities, pregnant women, soccer moms, lost pets, car washes, candy, coffee, albino penguins, is really starting to piss me off. Not that I am against helping people out, just stop trying to make me feel guilty about it.
5) I am sick of hear the phrase “I don’t know why (enter generic name of long term temp/student) went out and found another job! She was such a great worker!” Yea if she would have waited another 4-5 years with out a raise or benefits, she would have gotten hired. Maybe.
6) I once had a person in the office I believed was my friend. Turns out I was wrong. I feel bad about this, but she never took the time to say anything to me. It should not bother me but it does. It is one thing to have some idiot treat me badly, but it is another thing when I feel that idiot is my friend.

I am sure I could add more to this, but I’m just Vanting, and the evening at the Penguin will help take care of the rest.

I am way too much of a cheery person for this.