Have you ever come in contact with a person who just completely rubs you the wrong way? Everything about this person - unruly hair, sloppily tucked in Reyn's aloha shirt, ill-fitting black slacks that seem to somehow always reveal a tighty whitey peep show despite the tremendous effort of a belt - just irritates you. By simply existing, this person has your nerve endings zapping irritation 24/7? Seeing this person revolts you so much that you have to consciously refrain from shuddering in their presence? Their voice is so annoying that you would rather email them rather than be forced into an actual face-to-face with them, even though you only sit 10 feet away? They are so oblivious of your irritation and do not heed any subtle or not-so-subtle daggers that you fling in their direction that you'd rather just pump up the bitch volume and hope they walk away shaking their head thinking, "Gawd dayum, she's a bitch."Then imagine working with this person every single day of the week in an office of three people where escape is not so easy. Imagine still that this person is your boss and avoidance, although you feel is completely necessary in order for you to keep your sanity, is the most unattainable thing in the world.
Welcome to my life.
I don't know if this annoyance began the first day I started or if it has just progressed into some disease-like situation that I can't seem to find any medication for. I mean, it's weighing me down so much that I don't even care that this blog isn't anywhere near being grammatically correct or even making sense for that matter. My irritation level is so high that I can overlook those things without a care in the world. In fact, I don't think I'll even re-read this entry (shocking, I know) before posting. I just can't handle it any more.While I'm sure it can't be pleasant working side-by-side with someone in my current bitchy condition, even though one of the two other people in the room is the cause of this condition, I just can't refrain from it. I can't seem to bite my tongue, avoid the dreaded eye roll or even ease up on my negative tone of voice. It's as if I have constant PMS because the irritability and bitchy-ness I feel simply by pulling into the parking lot at work.
Worst of all, this oblivious boss of mine wants to be - yes, you guessed it - my friend. Oh brother, get a freakin clue. The guy is a poster boy for persistence or he has an ego like no other, because even after more than a year of getting shot down, he still continues his lame attempts at friendship. He's got to know he's fighting a losing battle, with me AND my other co-worker, yet he continues to drum up that fake enthusiasm every Friday and shout out, "It's FRIDAY! Got any plans this weekend?" As if we would share that information or any other personal info with him. Yet, without fail, every Friday it's the same drill. At this point, I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Even when faced with complete and utter silence, he still waits patiently for either myself or my co-worker to answer. I don't know how she does it but I always crack under the pressure and end up saying something just to shut his face up. Of course I don't tell him a thing and just reply, "Nothing."
What is it that is so bad about this guy you ask? The hell of it is that I don't even know. I'm dumbfounded to find that someone can irritate me this much. I consider myself a mellow person 85% of the time. That other 15% I reserve for being pissed off on behalf of my friends or whatnot when the situation calls for it (ie. finding out their bf cheated, getting screwed out of a raise/promotion at work, getting a speeding ticket, etc.). But lately, it's like I'm in a constant state of agitation.
Lately I'm beginning to feel like every day is just another day in hell. Yeah, I know it's horrible to think about work that way. We do spend the majority of our lives at work, especially those of us on salary. But really, it is becoming overwhelmingly hellish to wake up in the morning and know that I have to return to this hell hole.
The sad part is that it's not the job or the other people I work with that are causing the hell-like situation. It's just this one person. So what's a girl to do? I can either quit and find another job, hoping beyond any reasonable hope that there can't possibly be ANOTHER person who can irritate the living daylights out of me. I can wait for him to quit, which I don't think will happen in the next decade. Or I can wait for him to get promoted and hope that they hire someone to take his place. At least then this new person will be a buffer between him and I. None of these options look all that promising at this point.
So I guess I'll just have to suck it up and take it for a while longer. Perhaps I'll meet a guy who'll sweep me off my feet, foot the bill for anything I'd like to do and ask me to jet across the globe with him. Dude, if you're out there, call me.
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OMG - this finally comes out. The volcano has erupted (or is about to erupt).
Seems like the only thing stopping you from actually liking your job is this manager and he's not leaving. Maybe we should ask around and see if we know anyone who knows someone in the mafia.... or maybe if we know anyone with a boat. You bring the bat, duct tape and rope, I'll bring the garbage bags and weights.
Someone else can bring the pupus for the clean-up celebration!
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