As the worm turns

It seems that work has taken over my life lately. I worry about it, think about it constantly, try to strategize and plan my course of action. I'm also living on cherry-flavored Rolaids, which is never a good sign. The last time I took this many antacids I was pregnant so there was a prize at the end. Now the prize may be do I get to keep my job or not.

This place, which seemed so innocent when I first arrived a scant 4 months ago, has revealed itself to be a hotbed of scandal, gossip and inbreeding. Ok, maybe not actual sex between relatives, but close. The foul-mouthed lunatic who shares my office has become a heat seeking missile constantly on the move to improve her status and seemingly to degrade mine. The one person I was getting friendly with here, as in having someone to go to lunch with and chat occasionally, got fired last week. Major scandal. The official word was that she was fired for cause but I don't know. It just seemed that they didn't like her.

I spoke with the Vanished One after her denouement and she told me that my evil officemate was bad-mouthing me every chance she got. She was pulling people aside telling them to watch out for me, that I would stab them in the back. I've never stabbed so much as a flea. Maybe squished a few, but that's what you do with fleas. Since said officemate is in like Flint with one of the senior people in the division I have to watch everything I say, do or think because I know damn well she will take any and all opportunities to run like hell to the director in order to get me out of here. I don't know why she hates me, only that she does.

I am still on my feet, thus far. I worked my ass off last week. I was given a last minute joyfest of a project and managed to get about 3000 exhibits in binders out the door to their destination in a timely fashion, in spite of the best efforts of certain people to make sure that didn't happen.

But as we all know, what you did yesterday has no bearing on whether you have a job today. So it is back to needing Ambien to sleep and worrying myself sick.

Ain't life grand?

I promise to write something non-work oriented and more cheerful as soon as possible. This would depress a hyena.

As the worm turns

It seems that work has taken over my life lately. I worry about it, think about it constantly, try to strategize and plan my course of action. I'm also living on cherry-flavored Rolaids, which is never a good sign. The last time I took this many antacids I was pregnant so there was a prize at the end. Now the prize may be do I get to keep my job or not.

This place, which seemed so innocent when I first arrived a scant 4 months ago, has revealed itself to be a hotbed of scandal, gossip and inbreeding. Ok, maybe not actual sex between relatives, but close. The foul-mouthed lunatic who shares my office has become a heat seeking missile constantly on the move to improve her status and seemingly to degrade mine. The one person I was getting friendly with here, as in having someone to go to lunch with and chat occasionally, got fired last week. Major scandal. The official word was that she was fired for cause but I don't know. It just seemed that they didn't like her.

I spoke with the Vanished One after her denouement and she told me that my evil officemate was bad-mouthing me every chance she got. She was pulling people aside telling them to watch out for me, that I would stab them in the back. I've never stabbed so much as a flea. Maybe squished a few, but that's what you do with fleas. Since said officemate is in like Flint with one of the senior people in the division I have to watch everything I say, do or think because I know damn well she will take any and all opportunities to run like hell to the director in order to get me out of here. I don't know why she hates me, only that she does.

I am still on my feet, thus far. I worked my ass off last week. I was given a last minute joyfest of a project and managed to get about 3000 exhibits in binders out the door to their destination in a timely fashion, in spite of the best efforts of certain people to make sure that didn't happen.

But as we all know, what you did yesterday has no bearing on whether you have a job today. So it is back to needing Ambien to sleep and worrying myself sick.

Ain't life grand?

I promise to write something non-work oriented and more cheerful as soon as possible. This would depress a hyena.