Monday - 10amJennifer: Speaking of smokers, the Demdaco woman is a smoker and hacks all night and AND, get this, she has a player piano that plays the Sting. I wish her dead.
Kara: a player piano?
Kara: who even has those?
Kara: and smoking is sinful. you should tell her so
Jennifer: she does. That's what I thought. But the fucking piano -- it was like she was in my living room playing the motherfucker.
Kara: weird.
Jennifer: I am so bored with my life... and wanting to kill my neighbor is not a hobby.
Kara: no. and neither is only knitting one scarf and having it be as ugly as it turned out to be
Kara: i had the urge to actually write last night, but i squelched it and drank Pabst instead.
Tomorrow night is our company Christmas party. It's at a pub...but people can bring "their families"...which means children. So, more than likely, as it has been at Christmas parties past...our little clique will sit in a corner knockin' 'em back and laughing hysterically at everyone else in the room, making them uncomfortable without their really knowing why. And yes...I said Christmas party. I know it's April. I hate this place.
There was another complaint pointed in my direction on Friday after I left. Fridays at 4pm I usually play the iTunes out loud...allowing the room to pick the artist. Been doing it for ages. No one ever had a problem with it. Now, not two weeks after being scolded by HR for bringing up religion, anatomy and politics, someone has decided that this music disturbs them to the point of being unable to work. But once again, instead of just letting me know, like an adult...they've run to HR and told on me like a 5th grader.
I think this might be becoming personal. So I've decided that until I can afford to move on, I will have a work persona and a home persona. I know there are a lot of people who live life in this way...hair up at work, hair down at home. I've never been one of those people. I can't NOT be me. Sometimes that's a bad thing, but I liked to think it made the office a little more casual, more friendly, etc. Don't get me wrong...I've gotten into trouble before over the years, but lately it seems to be ridiculous. Like a vendetta. And I don't understand it.
But jobs are scarce and I just spent a lot of money on something I'll tell you guys about Wednesday. So I need to stick around here for a while. And I guess that means I'll need to play their corporate game. And I'll do it. I'll play the game. But goddamn it...I'll be playing it in flip flops.
And they wanted me to join the company soft ball team. Ha! Assholes.
11 keep(s) me blogging:
Why don't you complain to HR that the new guy has a face like a lemur, which makes it hard for you to concentrate?
I wish ya the best of luck on livin' these 2 lives. I tried this in my 1st job outta college and I failed miserably. I gots frustrated wit it yo and it got me some dress code violations. I left that company.
Softball eh? If you played, then you would hafta purchase softball shoes. Those shoes 2 posts below can be your softball shoes...then you would save yourself from the whole new year's resolution violation dealio...yes! too many violations. Oh and can you throw a softball more than 20 feet?
Ugh, I feel for you. Seems like there's always some tight-ass in the group who spoils what little fun we can find in our corporate jobs.
You should join the team and then purposely destroy it. Oh yes...mwahaha
Make sure that when you finallly leave that job, you tell them you'e quitting because the job made your pussy hurt.
They'll remember you for the rest of time.
goranas - i'm thinking i might just punch him in the lemur face instead. and hand in my notice simultaneously, of course.
ax - if we had a dress code, i'd have been fired YEARS ago. you should SEE some of the shit i wear to work.
jill - yes...those are the same asshats that don't think Dilbert is funny. fie on them.
sarah - but then i'd have to actually play softball...i think you and i both know how that would turn out. someone would would get a ball in the groin.
kevbo - woah.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! What do you want for xmas? Kansas without his Oklahoma's???
I dunno what that's supposed to mean but it was funny in my head.
Obviously you simply need to get into a writing frenzy, create a few blockbusters, become famous, then walk back into that puny little office space with radio blazing some rap song filled with every foul word imaginable. Wouldn't that feel good?
Don't let the bastards get you down, Kara. But you might want to quietly find out who it is that's bleating to HR about you every five minutes. Know your enemies; forewarned is forearmed etc. I reckon someone is jealous of your popularity at work.
macoosh - it was so LAME too...beer only. BEER ONLY.
future - i'll get right on that.
sam - i've been trying. and i will destroy him. her. it.
.. and wanting to kill my neighbor is not a hobby.
It can be if it involves glue.
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