In My Mind’s Blog

I recently signed up to be a blogger at fuckthisjob.com 

It’s a cool place for disgruntled workers like me.  I get to vent out, get feedback and read other people’s complaints about their jobs, bosses, co-workers, etc. 

In the future, when you’re feeling you got screwed at your job, check out the site.  Really helps your sanity.

In the meantime, for those of you concerned, I got a few good pointers on how to deal with my agony….

1) Get a life outside of work

Example:  Going to a museum this afternoon to get some culture & do my museum report for my art class

2) Have a sense of humor (Laugh about how FAS’s life, how pathetic she is, imagine her choking on something HAHAHAHAHA)

3) Delegate work

4) Brag to your boss about what you do because he/she may not know what you do.

5)Your health is your wealth.  So I better get another job before I go to prison and get buff.

I have decided that FAS is a bad person.  I try to see the good in her but I’ve realized that there is none.  Everything nice she’s done for me is for the sole purpose of ingratiating.  I am tired of supporting her rise to wherever she’s heading…she can go to hell. What kind of a person would step on other people specially when she knows I am just a new mom, have to work to survive, sleep-deprived, etc.?  A bad, sick person that’s what she is.

Today I got some kind of red rash appear on my arms and it’s from stressing about this stupid job handed over to me.  I feel like a freakin’ maid.  For the stuff that I do, I should become a maid (in Hollywood)…they get paid better. 

I know some of you are concerned if I’m ok.  No, I’m not ok and thanks for the concern.  I’m just counting my time here and I’m convincing myself that this too shall pass.  Soon I hope. 

What if….

we sell the house, sell our stuff, use the profit and buy a home in the Philippines (maybe Cebu)…buy a small resort, live there, hmmmmm

or

go to a temp agency, get assigned a job, quit my current job, apply and interview for jobs until I get my dream job (or is there really a dream job?) hmmmm

or

get rat poison, insert in FAS’s poptarts…hmmmm

man, oh man, the endless possibilities

It sucks when it’s the new year and you’re hating your job.  For them secret haters out there, if you don’t want to read my blog then stop reading and check out someone else’s blog because this is me again bitching.

I was offered a job from the last place I interviewed for.  Unfortunately, they couldn’t meet my salary requirements so I had to turn them down.  Oh well, their loss.  It just feels good to know that I favored well with the interview panel.  It just sucks ASS that I have to start my year still working at the hell hole office and endure having to work with FAS and CB.

I’m already burned out and I really need to get out before I hurt someone.  It’s not a threat, it will be a fact.  If you see me on the TV news, you already know it’s work-related.  So please pray for me to get another job soon….seriously.

I know I’m becoming a disgruntled worker because last Friday, FAS asked me to do something and I did it half-assed.  FAS was trying to get away from attending a meeting so she asked me to ask this other person to cover for her.  I went to this person’s office but she was talking to someone and I couldn’t interrupt her.  So I told FAS that the person was busy and was booked throughout the day.  Anyway, I had FAS running around, making phone calls to get someone else and finally she asked the person herself.  It turns out that the person was going to the meeting anyway.  HARHARHAR!!!  Anyway, FAS went up to me and told me that if I only did what she asked me to do then none of the running around and making phone calls would have happened.  I just gave her a glazed look and said…oh yeah? (lazily), sorry about that…and just turned my head back to the computer monitor (snickering).  I don’t care anymore what she thinks of me.  I only care if the person matters to me.  I don’t need her as my work reference, that’s what Human Resources is for….employers nowadays just want employment verification not the whole how-was-she-as-a-worker crap. 

Anyway, what happened on Friday surely made my day.  I still have a grin on my face…alas weekends are too short.  Later!