I have been trying to consolidate my life and get my ass in gear about my creative outlets. In my travels I happened upon an old blog that surprisingly is still up and holding my posts from over 7 years ago. Imagine that! As I was moving things over, it struck me as ironic how some of my posts from years ago are so relevant, I could have written them last week.
reposting for posterity sake and entertainment value. Names have not been changed to protect the innocent. If they didn't kill me the first time I posted it, I doubt they care now.
02.07.06 (12:11 pm)
I have decided that I like this private sorta tucked away blog. I know of someone, actually a few someone's who have lost jobs or been written up for blogging. Whether it is because their boss finds out they blog on the clock, or because they advertise their blog to their co-workers and then flame the hell out of their idiot boss. Freedom of speech reins until it falls upon the eyes of those in control of your paycheck!!
#1 Bitch: Why should I have to do my job TWICE, because people I deal with are irresponsible and disorganized?? It is royally pissing me off this week. I have had to take my free time to cover the asses of a few idiots. How do you misplace/lose/throw away something of importance within 48 hours of obtaining it when you know it is essential??? And then...how do you have the nerve to try to blame ME for your stupidity??? If I choose to be a bitch and make a point by refusing to do this job again...the ones who suffer are a team of kids that won't be participating in a tournament because their coach has fewer brain cells then little Sally's hamster.
#2 Bitch: I have finally found out what they do with the people who can't hang as school bus drivers. They make them Supervisors!! And I got the worst of the lot! Mandatory meeting today. 45 minutes of useless babbling on how to read and follow simple directions on a task most of us have been doing for years! They will pay us all OT for a meeting of this caliber, but expect us to do our jobs for free on 2 hurricane make-up days because they paid us while we were out of work after Wilma!! 45 minutes of listening to a woman who has No Clue and just last week accused me of shoving 89 kids onto a 65 passenger bus because she thought I drove a regular size bus. Instead of going..."Oh her student count is 89 everyday...I must be mistaken on her bus size" Noooooo she pulls my keys calls me into the office and starts reaming me out for putting 89 kids on my 65 passenger bus! My response to her "OMG I'm sorry, wasn't I supposed to count the kids I stuff in the cargo hold???" She wasn't amused! I was. It is a sad state of being when your boss is a big moron.
Moan #1 : Nemo has gone Carnivore. One of my fish is eating it's own. (lately I can relate) I have a cute lil fishie missing an eyeball. Knowing he probably didn't pluck it out himself, I am on a mission to find the mean bastard who is probably responsible for this and also de-finning one of my other fish in that tank. Poor thing swam in circles at the bottom of the tank until I segregated him from the others and tried to nurse him along. He eventually lost the battle with the filtration system. I found him plastered to the nozzle of the filter tube. Apparently he didn't have enough fight in him. I felt guilty for days about his slow and traumatic death. I shoulda just flushed the poor thing. *sigh*
I feel better now. Sharing the adventures of my neurotic acquaintances.
I'm not perfect, but at least I can Count!!!
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