Alas, it seems like you and I will have to part ways for a while, because the more I hang out with you, the more everybody else sees me as a person that can do all the crap they can't get done. And the more I pronounce you faithfully as a friend, the more 'new jobs' I get added to my job description. And sadly, every time I come back from a great time spent with you, new projects have magically appeared on my desk, in my inbox, and in my boss's head for me.
So here's the deal, trusty friend, I can only see you in secret, when nobody is really watching. If I'm out in public again with you, I think I might start having to take a larger does of Prozac, due to the unusually large quantities of work that will find their way to me. But don't worry, I will be back in full force soon. It's not a break-up, it's a trial-separation.
Sincerely,
The overwhelmed and overworked girl who started out as temp and three weeks later has more responsibility than half the people in her building.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Dear Ladies at the Post Office:
A couple of things:
1.If I am the only person in the lobby with you, and you are talking in a normal volume, chances are, I can hear you. Especially when I catch snippets of the conversation that are about me. Like ‘That purse is really orange, isn’t it Bertie?’ or ‘do you think that purse is real crocodile? How do they get Crocodile in orange?’ Or my favorite ‘It’s too bright of a color, I think. I wouldn’t use it. It’s too much.’
Great. You wouldn’t have bought my bag. Good to know. In fact, I am so concerned about what you think about my purse, that I will immediately go out and buy something in a muted pastel blue. Or even better, the least offensive of all the beige ones I can find. And when I do, I will come back in, turn my back to fill out a label, and hope that you have another conversation about how wonderful my purse is so this time I can be validated as a human being.
2.Secondly, when I tell you that I’m trying to get my envelope to it’s destination the next day, that is not an opportunity for you to pluck another 12 dollars from the pocket of my recently unemployed-and-just-found-a-temporary-job-but-haven’t-received-a-paycheck-yet self.
I shouldn’t have to find out from another employee that there’s no need for that express mail package I just worked ten minutes on, and that first class mail will get there in one day because it’s so close to our zip code. Seriously? Why couldn’t your co-worker offer up this information instead of barely flicking her glance up off of her computer screen and then telling me completely erroneous facts in a tone suggesting that I was barely worth the time it took to speak them?
3.When I am standing right in front of you and you roll your eyes, I can most definitely see it.
4.I’m sincerely sorry you hate your job. I’m sincerely sorry you seem to dislike people in general. In fact, I’m sincerely sorry that I ever walked into your particular post office expecting to mail a letter. I mean really, what kind of gall must I have?
Sincerely –
The Fiesty Brunette.
1.If I am the only person in the lobby with you, and you are talking in a normal volume, chances are, I can hear you. Especially when I catch snippets of the conversation that are about me. Like ‘That purse is really orange, isn’t it Bertie?’ or ‘do you think that purse is real crocodile? How do they get Crocodile in orange?’ Or my favorite ‘It’s too bright of a color, I think. I wouldn’t use it. It’s too much.’
Great. You wouldn’t have bought my bag. Good to know. In fact, I am so concerned about what you think about my purse, that I will immediately go out and buy something in a muted pastel blue. Or even better, the least offensive of all the beige ones I can find. And when I do, I will come back in, turn my back to fill out a label, and hope that you have another conversation about how wonderful my purse is so this time I can be validated as a human being.
2.Secondly, when I tell you that I’m trying to get my envelope to it’s destination the next day, that is not an opportunity for you to pluck another 12 dollars from the pocket of my recently unemployed-and-just-found-a-temporary-job-but-haven’t-received-a-paycheck-yet self.
I shouldn’t have to find out from another employee that there’s no need for that express mail package I just worked ten minutes on, and that first class mail will get there in one day because it’s so close to our zip code. Seriously? Why couldn’t your co-worker offer up this information instead of barely flicking her glance up off of her computer screen and then telling me completely erroneous facts in a tone suggesting that I was barely worth the time it took to speak them?
3.When I am standing right in front of you and you roll your eyes, I can most definitely see it.
4.I’m sincerely sorry you hate your job. I’m sincerely sorry you seem to dislike people in general. In fact, I’m sincerely sorry that I ever walked into your particular post office expecting to mail a letter. I mean really, what kind of gall must I have?
Sincerely –
The Fiesty Brunette.
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