Winning gold at the Vancouver winter Olympics for Great Britain!
I am not happy at work.
When I first started it was a brilliant place to work. I enjoyed the role I did and the people I worked with. Unfortunately, since I moved over on to another side of the business, I am now becoming increasingly depressed and struggling with motivation.
Everything else in my life is full steam ahead, I couldn't be happier, but work is like the black cloud now.
I enjoy working, I hate to be sat at home with nothing to do, and give as much as I can. However, the women I work with now are awful.
They are a bunch of witches, a coven of them. Cackling at their in jokes and bitching about anyone who steps outside. They even bitch about each other when one steps out of the room.
I am not perfect, but I have never been a "bitcher" or one who enjoys talking behind people's backs. If I have something to say, I will say it to the person's face. There in lays the problem.
I don't see eye to eye with them. I don't join in with their constant snipes at whoever they have chosen to victimise. I have more than a sneaking suspicion that they are gunning for me losing my job- Instead of highlighting to me a mistake I may have made, and telling me what I have done wrong and how to correct it or do it right, they instead don't bother to tell me and keep making it look like I am making the same mistake over and over...If you don't tell me it is wrong or if you want it done differently, how will I know? I am in the same office with them, I will listen to them talking about me without even trying to hide it. Only one of them is technically a superior to me, but the rest act like they are my bosses. I am usually quite easy going, although once pissed I truly go off my rocker. I am fed up and don't tolerate it anymore. There is only so much I will take into account for women being women, act like a mature adult or I will call you out on it. I am saying what needs to be said, I have a meeting with the gang and I's manager to air my difficulties working with them, and I am not going to take any crap anymore. Just today, talking to one, they sniped under their breath something and I asked her did she say something? She said no, but I am neither deaf nor stupid. Go play your games with someone else. Just to add, the women who was speaking under breadth is 54 years old. 54. It's pathetic.
Unfortunately, this is making the office a very awkward place to work, and I hate that. At work I love harmony, being able to put my head down and getting on with it. As I said, I don't want to get involved with slanging matches, petty bitching or what not, hence why I have held it in for so long.
There was a point that I thought it must be me, what am I doing to make them hedge their bets against me so? It depressed me, probably stopped me speaking up before I usually do, but the ladies I worked with before told me they wished they had me back working with them again. They were lovely, opposite to what the women I work with now.
I know I should be an adult, put my head down and just forgot about them. I would give the same advice, but it is never as easy as the words make it out, is it?
I HATE the place. I HATE them. I don't use the word hate lightly.
I just had to get that off my chest, and out for the world to read.
Thanks for your time,
Cookies for all those who made it so far.
Just watching the morning news and a report about the record number of animals dumped over Christmas came on, including the story of a little pup dumped in a local shelter to me.
Jesus Christ, you morons!
How many warnings do you need? DON'T BUY A FUCKING DOG FOR CHRISTMAS! DON'T BUY A DOG IF YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT. If your spoilt brat child wants a dog, promise them one in the summer- or a few months down the line after they have proven that they actually want one and it isn't just a fad.
They are living, breathing, feeling animals. They are not presents, they are not disposable.
Whilst I understand that people lose their jobs, it is no excuse- When my family was hit by the recession (all of us working pretty much in the same sphere) and we were made unemployed together, we didn't dump our dogs. We didn't get rid of them, we didn't bottle out of our responsibilities and throw them away. We struggled, but we made it through until we were all back on an even keel.
You don't have to dump your dogs- You can find them homes yourself if you weren't so fucking lazy.
When you buy a dog, bring them into your family, you are taking on a responsibility. If you are incapable of that- DON'T BY A FUCKING DOG.
*Steps off soap box*
I had to get that out.
Let us hope this year is one that all of us will have a good time with!
I know your birthday isn't until tomorrow, but I may not be able to get online until Saturday.