I am angry, angry, angry.
And my belly hurts.
So what am I angry about, you are asking.
(oh, don’t worry abut my belly. I think ill feel better soon.)
Well, I have a bitchy coworker who sits right next to me.
And she has apparently decided not to talk to me today.
(she didn’t say good morning when she arrived.)
The bitch blames me for what goes wrong for her at work.
She thinks I rat on her.
The fact of the matter is, it’s the other way around. I cant
Do a damn thing without her running to our supervisor. Not that my
Comings and goings are any of her business. Not that it affects her in any
Way, but shes always watching to make sure I don’t get anything she didn’t get.
Shes quite immature.
And let us keep in mind that I am five grades higher than she so if I were to watch her (which I don’t- I couldn’t care less) but if I did, there wouldn’t be anything wrong with that.
But then again I don’t get the respect I deserve at my office. I have worked harder than anyone. So hard that at one point my job gave me IBS which resulted in my weight going down to 102. I am only 5’4” tall. OK, so no one in this freakin' office is aware of that cause it was about 17 years ago and I was working in a different department at the time. Nonetheless, my current but soon to be my former supervisor was singing my praises a while back. And relayed that to her supervisor. I guess I had a honeymoon for a while. Now the bitch (no not the coworker bitch, the supervisor bitch-lets call her A) is singing a different tune. And shes transferring me to another division.
Well part of the problem is the queen bitch. That’s my supervisors supervisor. She doesn’t think well of me.
Does she have good reason. No.
She just has a poor opinion of me.
And I'm furious. Just months before her promotion, I was promised an office by the director, who was formerly my supervisors supervisor. unfortunately, A dragged her feet in getting it for me. Why, you may ask. I have no idea. When we finally got the approval of the dept head who had the office, queen bitch took over and decided she didn’t want me to have an office. Fuckin’ cunt.
ok. im sure youre wondering why the queen bitch doesnt think well of me. well, i had a long maternity leave. it was legal. i didnt pull anyones leg. i didnt pay anyone off. i didnt have a rabbi. (god knows I'm not religious enough.) but early on in my maternity leave, i got ill and that allowed me to extend my maternity leave. unfortunately, queen B is in charge of leaves. no she didnt deny me my leave. she couldnt. but i think she resents it. i also think she doesnt like the way i dress or that im not poised. i guess i dont fit the stereotype of the assistant manager. and i surely dont fit the stereotype of the jewish business woman. ho ho ho. well, too damn bad.
i do a darn good job. i am extremely thorough. i am an investigator and i hardly miss a thing. however, I'm afraid i have to go now. to be contd......
