I work with three very crabby old men.
OM #1 - "The World's Foremost Expert on Everything" We both show up at 7, an hour before everyone else, I used to call it the Hannity and Combs hour, until I quit talking to him because I was tired of hearing about how he has done everything to perfection and worked so hard all of his life. . . blah, blah, blah. Oh, don't forget, the lectures on how women entering the workplace ruined society. Oh and birth control ruined society. Oh and how someday I will be republican when I am older and smart.
OM #2 - "Napoleon" Everything negative that happens in the universe is directed at him, and he is here to tell you ALL about it. Plus he has a promise keeper's mug. He is EXTREMELY negative and sits on the Union bargaining committee - yeah. Hates welfare mothers and I am pretty sure just hates women, but won't say that to me because I am much bigger than he is.
OM#3 - "The Philosopher" I actually like the philosopher even though he is a total old perv. He drinks, tells bad jokes and generally doesn't give two shits about anything. My kind of dude. He does like to drag you into philosophical discussions about the meaning of life and differential equations, and feels the need to discuss how he feels about your personality - UG. He recently took some vacation time off just so he could hang out in bars.
My boss once told me that he was really excited about having me back here so I could lighten things up back here. A 7-million candlewatt flood light, powerwasher and sand blaster couldn't lighten things up back here. So I keep to myself. I put on my headphones, put a scowl on my face and pretend to be pissed off. On the inside I am very happy, I have a wonderful marriage, two awesome dogs and the best friends in the universe. I just find that by looking like I am pissed keeps the bad men out. I am sure they think I am a total bitch, I don't bother to correct.
So, what exactly pegged the bitterness meter today. How could four people who have EASILY the best jobs in government be so crabby? Oh, I will tell you, it all started yesterday when TWFEOE and Napoleon were going on and on about how the reason they can't get new jobs is because they are older (early 50's) and that people are ageist, then it moved to the agency we work for and their oppressive ways and then on to government welfare, it all spiraled out of control when I brought up how an optometrist was a docter (Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?!?!?). When TWFEOE and Napoleon proceeded to lecture me on the difference between optometrists and Opthmathologists, I pulled out when the topic changed to the price of gold and how messed up the US economy is, now they are on to the unfairness of HAZWOPER training. Make sense - no, not to me either.
I tune them out and count my blessings. For they must have miserable lives to turn a job like this into a giant bitch fest. Oh shit, isn't that what I just did? Rise above, Auto, rise above. Be like a combo - crunchy on the outside cheesy on the inside. . .mmmmmmmmm combos.
On a much brighter note - Happy Birthday Motherofdawg!
7 comments:
I can't read what the meter is pointing to? What is it?
Right between "shot by vp" and "no pay raise again". Others labeled my meter. . .
Your co-workers are aware that the dollar has not been based on the price of gold since Nixon, right?? And that that standard was dropped because it was so arbitrary because WE DON'T TRADE GOLD FOR BEADS ANYMORE!
Also, you might want to inform them that because of the dredded pill, there are a lot less Gen X and Yers to take their jobs, so they can shove their babyboomin' age-ism up there ass. Then, they can go to the doctor, unlike millions of people, because they have health insurance because of their cushy jobs.
Man, move the bitter meter a little more for me, please.
I just pegged it after a long conversation about management's agenda to opress the old timers. Oh and how they can't wait to hear me complain about the same thing after I have been here for 15 years. To that I scoff - THERE IS NO WAY I WILL BE SITTING IN THIS JOB AFTER 15 years. Primarily because we won't be reauthorized that long. . . Oh, not to mention how it is WRONG and unfair it is to celebrate admin professionals day because it unfairly thanks the admin folks and we don't have a day to celebrate the rest of us. . . jesus christ, get me out of here.
I would mention your above points to them, but then they would just talk to me more. No talky talky.
Plus - as an added bonus - I get to spend all evening with these flowers because we have a night training in Butte and then back to Butte tomorrow for an all day training. Kill me. Kill me now.
One more, the I will stop.
me: "Say TWFEOE, how is your back feeling?"
TWFEOE: 45 minute long lecture on the difference between good chiros and bad chiros followed up by a lecture on using frozen peas to ice your back. . .
Just let it go and ignore them and then chastize them in your blog. What? What do you mean redundant? What do you mean I'm drunk at 9am? who the fuck are you to tell me, floating image of Lincoln, i need to see a councelor? you are on the 5 dollar bill you bearded, mumble, mumble, mumble. i am so drunk. zzz.
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