Are you there God, it’s me, Pru. I’m calling a time out.
So I’ve been a bear the last three weeks to just about everybody I know — some of it deserved, some of it not. (Most of the stuff that’s internet related was, by the way, completely deserved.) But either way, this is what has happened to me in the last couple revolutions:
- Been pulling the shitty late and Saturday shifts,
- Which are all staffed by a ravaging group of carrion-feeding whoreface managers,
- One of whom had the audacity to call me lazy and not a hard worker,
- Which of course prompted me to throw it down with her as much as you really can in a work environment because last time I checked, my payslip doesn’t read “hooker” and my job isn’t to eat her ass,
- Which of course made me start sulking about what raging cuntbags most women managers are and why, we as a sisterhood, are so fucking undermine-y,
- Which won’t be a problem starting Monday, because apparently I’ve been transferred!
- To the boys club!
- I’m not kidding! I was told on Thursday! At 4 p.m.!
- There’s not a single female manager on this team!
- And they’re all the crazyface people who work 14 hour days! Half of them were logged into the office network via blackberry today — which is Saturday!
- Obviously I’m scared shitless!
- I don’t even have a desk assignment yet! I guess all my ironical shit stays at my current office location for the time being!
It’s been a long couple of weeks, and it’s about to get longer. Folks, I think I accidentally promised my dad I wouldn’t eat carbs for a month to see if I would lose any weight. HOW DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME?
…. why do people need to be such overachievers D:
the blackberry was invented by the devil.
Good luck surviving the boys club and living without carbs for a month. I suspect I would have a lot of difficulty with the second one, so slightly more empathetic good luck coming your way for that. I hope everything goes as well as it can.
Good luck with everything…though I’m fairly certain you can handle the work thing, but that no-carbs bit? Maybe you can cheat :D? Anyway, positive thoughts being sent your way! Good luck in the boys club!
Good luck - I think you’re going to kick all kinds of ass. Maybe while chewing bubblegum, who knows. (Even though I don’t actually know what you do - journalism-related? Reporter-y stuff? You should do an exclusive interview with yourself and post it here!)
And I laughed at the “raging cuntbags” remark, mostly because whenever anyone uses the word “cunt” in a new way, I think they should get a gold star. Or at least a grape.
Well here’s to being out of that shitty assignment! \O/
We need to get together for non-carb related foostuffs to celebrate sometime.
…there has to be a Brazilian barbecue joint somewhere in New York, right?
Good luck with the new gig - and hey, at least you’re out from under the raging bitch, so thank God for that. I’ll be thinking good, non-carb thoughts your direction!
Well, you know the current situation is bad; there’s an off-chance that the new one could be better.
But what I really wanted to say is that life without carbs is not worth living, no matter how much weight you lose.
All right, seriously. I totally agree on the cunt-bag women managers. What the fuck is it about power and women middle-managers who suddenly start rotating their heads 360 degrees and spewing out pea soup while calling you a lazy whore the moment they get to start ordering office supplies? I have never EVER worked with a woman-manager who I didn’t think deserve a judicious application of lead pipe to the face. Bitches.
Luck with the boys’ club- I’ve actually had some good experiences with male managers. One of my previous male bosses is still a good friend- and drinking buddy. :D Hope it gets better!