Take this Job and Shove It.

This job is killing my creative soul.  It’s crushing it.  So much so, that I have to talk myself into going into the building each day.

It’s always tough starting somewhere new.  Either people welcome you or they don’t.  In most cases, I am not one who is usually welcomed.  I don’t know why either.  I’m nice.  I’m not rude or smelly.  I smile.  I make small talk, and listen to people talk about their lives and the weather.  Other than that, I’m quiet and I do my job.

This place happens to be one of those places.

No one talks to me.

People rarely smile when I smile at them.

When I hold doors open for people, I get grunts or mmhmms instead of thank yous.

It’s just not a friendly environment.  Unless you’re “in”.  And I am not “in”.

Problem here too, is that EVERYONE tries to get all up in your business, so that they can run to the superiors and tattle on what you’re doing.
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I’ve been accused several times of bringing my phone in. 
Cell phones are not allowed in the building…but for some reason the MP3 player I have seems to “set” off the camera (which by the way is pointed directly at the back of my head….and no one else’s in my department.)

I even had the head of HR come up to me and chew my ass out in front of everyone about how she will be damned to let someone screw up 3 years of some ISO compliance bullshit they worked so hard for.

Side note*  This woman PRIDES herself on being a bitch.  That’s sad.  Anyone who identifies themselves with negative traits as a source of power is an asshole in my book….and just because you admit to being a bitch….”hee hee”…doesn’t give you the moral right to continue on being one.  If you’re gonna own up to a flaw, then own up to righting it.  Not living it.

Anyways, where was I?

Oh yes. 
So this whole no cell phone bullshit.  I mean, I get it….with your ISO bullcrap…but I have no interest in “stealing” this information.  I mean think about it….these people are already so in debt, what gain would I have?  Duh.
So while she is making her big to do, not listening to what I am trying to tell her, I notice that a coworker of mine…..has been using her cell phone as an MP3 player.

Yet I’m the asshole. 

I can’t even sit at my desk and doodle for a few minutes to clear my head out before proceeding onto the next redundant mind numbing task with out someone running off and saying something. 

I mean in all seriousness…the movie Office Space, when he says that he probably only does like 20 mins of “real” work….it’s so true. 

And don’t even get me started on the womens bathrooms.  Wtf??  Gross.  Why is there even piss on the floor???

*sigh*

I’ve been looking.  Since I started this gig.  I’ve sent out about 50 resumes and gone on one interview.  Its depressing.  It’s part of why I am in this funk.

I cleaned my desk out just about, because I am hoping the intent to not make this place a permanent fixture in my life will prompt the universe to open some doors….windows…manhole covers….anything.

So yeah. 
Fuck this job.  I gave it 60 days, to see how I would feel.  This is how I feel.  It can go eat a bag of dicks up.

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(Tree I made out of label stickers over the past month…because I am so goddamn bored.)

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sarah Jordan
    Nov 06, 2013 @ 19:02:24

    I love your art!

    Reply

  2. Sarah Jordan
    Nov 06, 2013 @ 19:03:15

    Ps. Kaycee, have you considered becoming a kids hoop dance teacher? I would love to help you get started.

    Reply

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