Ok, I have to vent this out because it's still bothering me 14 hours later and I have to get it out and let it go or it's going to ruin my whole weekend.
I work with a huge bunch of assholes. I hate them. They suck.
I have a different job, I may have mentioned that, the company I work for has moved me down to operations, and I schedule post production and duplication services right with a post house now, the pace has really picked up, the work load has really expanded, there it lots of overtime and hard due dates to be met and 99% of the about 11 people they moved over hate it.
One of my co-workers who is the person I cover when she is out and her I when I am out HATES hates it. She loathes this job. She doesn't want to work this hard and she doesn't want OT and she wants everyone else to feel the same way she does. Same for the total dickhead that sits across from her. I have been scolded on multiple occasions for helping out more and raising my hand to help. Every time she has work she needs me to help with she doesn't want me to help anyone else and gets angry if I take on other projects. I tried to help the dickhead that sits across from her, cause he is buried in work all the time, he told me I didn't want any of his work and he's got it. He has missed TV air dates, I mean, come on, give me some of your work dude. He came and took it back from me before I was done with it. Then, as the woman was in my cube telling me I can't volunteer to help so much cause I don't know when my own clients are going to send work in, he turns to her and says "So, how come Sydney always has so much bandwidth to help and then has to work the weekends?"
I wanted to turn around and ask him what the fuck business it was of his how I work. What the hell? Then she turns to me and says, yeah and you need to be working on your billing. I told her the billing is not as important as getting the clients their work on time, they are taking stuff out of house now, our post house is not going to survive if they don't pick up the pace. My co-workers don't care. But I don't get why he asks why I come in on weekends, I don't get why they care so much how much work I do. Then I opened up a bit to tell them about how my partner has not had a gig since the first week of August. That we are so broke it's really scary. There is NO money. There won't be for weeks. Then it's the holidays...They sort of backed off, and it was time for them to go home...
And I sat there...in my section of the office, really uncomfortable. I didn't want to be at work anymore. I just wanted to go home and curl up...I really, REALLY need the money I'll be paid to come in this weekend, but I only have billing, and I am not comfortable going in and doing that...but, then I won't have that much OT, and I won't have any money next week for food...and even though it's the fault of assholes that want to complain and get company for their misery, it actually lies with me and ends up being my fault for not ignoring them and going into work. And they don't care if I do or don't go in.
I don't get why it's so important for everyone to be in everyone's business and lives. Why do they care how much or how long I work? This really upsets me. I was doing so well, and was so happy about always being so busy, and I did so well at being so busy 3 managers have called me things like "Rock Star" and "Amazing" and told me how well I'm doing. Who doesn't want that?! Who wants to be, oh, here comes so and so thaqt always bitches and his work is always late.
I hope they all leave the damn company.
Then he asks me why the hell I'm always so happy about being here.
GO THE FUCK AWAY ASSHOLE!!!
I work really hard on my happy. I cultivate as much of it as I possibly can. Especially now. I hate September...
SO, now I am not going into work because dickheads have made me uncomfortable. I am broke and really want to take a yoga class...I have to go back to being me next week because I only care about what the managers have to say, but am uncomfortable about being me in front of all the hater co-workers...and have ranted this out and have to let it go. I work with high schoolers and I have to let that go. The angry part of me wants them to lose their jobs so they will understand why mine is so important to me, but in reality I could never be so cruel.
And I guess that's it.
I don't give a shit if this made sense, it was 8:30 in the fucking morning on a Saturday when I started it and it was for my own gain anyway so do whatever the hell you want with it and happy weekend.
~Syd
