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Temp in the Box
Jun. 25th, 2003 01:47 pmIt gets worse and worse and worse...
Had a bit of a bust-up with Julie this morning. I don't think I'll ever understand people. The conversation we had this morning went along the lines of me, up to my eyes in work and sick of taking phone calls, ask/telling Julie that she was needed in direct reporting (it was her shift) and her, smirk/snarling at me, going all "I'm doing nuclear medicine reports and am therefore queen of this office so go do it for me, minion". I went, did her direct reporting shift and tried to make myself calm down; I told myself she couldn't have meant it the way it sounded, and resolved to talk to her about it. Communication being the key and all that.
Apparently, she did mean it the way it sounded; it was retaliatory. She hadn't taken well to my tone of voice (and fine, I admit I could have been politer) and actively decided to return fire, even though I hadn't meant any harm. Now, this is less than a week after she threw a hissy-fit about not getting her birthday present and card exactly when she wanted and expected it, saying how she put so much effort into everyone else's birthdays and expected so much more. So I swallowed it down in front of her and am still doing so, even though she left me alone here in the office (no one's supposed to be in here alone except after hours; if someone's called into direct, who's going to answer the phones?) to piss off God-knows-where fifteen minutes after an already extended lunch break.
I'm starting to regret having gone to the interview -- and having put so much effort into it -- more and more all the time. Particularly since I had it hissed in my ear that I did get it and am just waiting for confirmation from Human Resources. Do I really want to be here where the workload's killing me and one of my co-workers is turning into a griping, unpleasant brat? I just keep telling myself -- paid holiday, sick leave, pension, uniform (ugly, but at least it simplifies my clothes gathering in the morning) ... it will all be worth it.
Oh, the workload's got to the point where I've volunteered weekends. I won't be doing it this weekend, but ... well, just looking at the mess is stressing me out. Then again, I'm spending all my time either here or asleep. I haven't written in days. I would love to be creative but I just don't have the energy.
Help.
Thess
Had a bit of a bust-up with Julie this morning. I don't think I'll ever understand people. The conversation we had this morning went along the lines of me, up to my eyes in work and sick of taking phone calls, ask/telling Julie that she was needed in direct reporting (it was her shift) and her, smirk/snarling at me, going all "I'm doing nuclear medicine reports and am therefore queen of this office so go do it for me, minion". I went, did her direct reporting shift and tried to make myself calm down; I told myself she couldn't have meant it the way it sounded, and resolved to talk to her about it. Communication being the key and all that.
Apparently, she did mean it the way it sounded; it was retaliatory. She hadn't taken well to my tone of voice (and fine, I admit I could have been politer) and actively decided to return fire, even though I hadn't meant any harm. Now, this is less than a week after she threw a hissy-fit about not getting her birthday present and card exactly when she wanted and expected it, saying how she put so much effort into everyone else's birthdays and expected so much more. So I swallowed it down in front of her and am still doing so, even though she left me alone here in the office (no one's supposed to be in here alone except after hours; if someone's called into direct, who's going to answer the phones?) to piss off God-knows-where fifteen minutes after an already extended lunch break.
I'm starting to regret having gone to the interview -- and having put so much effort into it -- more and more all the time. Particularly since I had it hissed in my ear that I did get it and am just waiting for confirmation from Human Resources. Do I really want to be here where the workload's killing me and one of my co-workers is turning into a griping, unpleasant brat? I just keep telling myself -- paid holiday, sick leave, pension, uniform (ugly, but at least it simplifies my clothes gathering in the morning) ... it will all be worth it.
Oh, the workload's got to the point where I've volunteered weekends. I won't be doing it this weekend, but ... well, just looking at the mess is stressing me out. Then again, I'm spending all my time either here or asleep. I haven't written in days. I would love to be creative but I just don't have the energy.
Help.
Thess
