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The Final Straw
Dec. 18th, 2003 03:42 pmThat's it. That's breaking point. Come the New Year, I'll be looking for a new job.
I can't take this anymore. Being stuck on my own with the lion's share of the typing is bad enough. The inane chatter that just never seems to fucking stop ... well, I can sort of deal with that. But this phone issue has just got way out of hand.
If you want a colleague to take more of an active role in the answering of the communal phones, fine. Say that; I would have taken perfectly well to being told, "Look, we all have to do it, even with the system the way it is so that you can't save reports the way we used to. Find a way and start doing your share of the phone answering." I'd have accepted it, particularly if it was a group decision and presented in a rational manner.
Instead, Julie yelled at me. In front of the rest of the secretaries, who were doing very good wax statue impressions. And when I tried to get her to calm down, to calmly explain the situation and discuss it with her, she stormed out, calling me a "stupid bitch". I was only trying to explain that she didn't have to yell. Jeez.
I don't know what brought this on. If she'd had a problem, surely she'd have said before it got to this level. Apparently not, so knowing my own sense of guilt and office politics, I will have sole governance of the phones until Julie decides I've served my penance and then stick me with it permanently because it's easier on her.
Fuck that. Up the arse. With a cactus. Sideways.
Come the new year, I'm getting a new damn job. And I hope this hellhole falls apart without me.
Thess
I can't take this anymore. Being stuck on my own with the lion's share of the typing is bad enough. The inane chatter that just never seems to fucking stop ... well, I can sort of deal with that. But this phone issue has just got way out of hand.
If you want a colleague to take more of an active role in the answering of the communal phones, fine. Say that; I would have taken perfectly well to being told, "Look, we all have to do it, even with the system the way it is so that you can't save reports the way we used to. Find a way and start doing your share of the phone answering." I'd have accepted it, particularly if it was a group decision and presented in a rational manner.
Instead, Julie yelled at me. In front of the rest of the secretaries, who were doing very good wax statue impressions. And when I tried to get her to calm down, to calmly explain the situation and discuss it with her, she stormed out, calling me a "stupid bitch". I was only trying to explain that she didn't have to yell. Jeez.
I don't know what brought this on. If she'd had a problem, surely she'd have said before it got to this level. Apparently not, so knowing my own sense of guilt and office politics, I will have sole governance of the phones until Julie decides I've served my penance and then stick me with it permanently because it's easier on her.
Fuck that. Up the arse. With a cactus. Sideways.
Come the new year, I'm getting a new damn job. And I hope this hellhole falls apart without me.
Thess
