Some days I feel like it never ends, especially at work. And mostly it has to do with getting others to do their own damn jobs. It’s not enough that my work load most days is too much, but it pisses me off that there are days when I feel like I am the only idiot here working. Like most places my company is split between people who pride themselves in doing their jobs and doing it right, and others who work hard at not working at all. I have probably spoken about her before but I have this crazy bipolar bitch that works here that is under the delusion that I work for her. Um yeah no. She has been told on several occasions that she is not over me in any way, and she has been told what her duties are several times. But she continues to act like she’s everyone’s boss.
Now she has a tendency to drive people crazy here. Okay realistically she does all day every day. One of my coworkers that I get along with great happens to sit right next to her and has been stressed out to no end by her. So to help keep the peace I tried being nice. I stopped walking past her without saying anything, made small chat, and whatever else I could to play nice, not even once complaining about her in 2 months for not doing her job. Just an example of her day…She sits and stares out into space twirling her hair non stop. She’ll use her letter opener to pick out pebbles and crap from the bottom of her shoes, blow her nose incessantly, brush her hair through out the day and continually walk away from her desk to avoid answering her phones. The best is if on the rare occasion she is reprimanded she will sniffle and cry the rest of the day at her desk until she goes home. Did I mention she is 35!!!! And the clothes she is allowed to get away with wearing, OMG I have to take a picture. Look I’m no beauty queen but I dress well, even without money I bargin shop and make sure my clothes fit and go together. Not her. She walks around in too tight polyester or corduroy pants with a men’s undershirt tucked in or a marvin the martian sweatshirt tucked in. I shiver at the image. Her hair is always greasy, she smells like she doesn’t bathe well or clean her clothes with soap. She has these “jeans” I dubbed granny jeans. They are huge elastic waisted jeans that she wears every Friday with a tucked in shirt. If my body was shaped like her’s I would be sure to cover it with clothes that would hide my rolls! I have to somehow someday get a photo because you can’t appreciate the severity unless you see it. She had pants on one day that were so tight that she split them down the side of her leg to her knee. Then used silver masking tape to piece it together until the end of the day. She claims she had to pee so bad that she could get her zipper down so she ripped her pants. Yeah I believe that one like I am the Virgin Mary. Girl is easily a size 22-24 trying to wear a size 16. You just can’t do it. The seams on her pants scream help me!!!!
Well getting back to battling, her and I have been at it for years. I befriended her in the beginning feeling maybe if someone helped show her the right way that it would help. I tried to advise her on how to behave at work, and how to dress, even took her to get her makeup done. And it all blew up in my face the day I would not accept a free ticket to see a Harry Potter midnight showing. She had a fit, she went upstairs stomped about, slamming things and carrying on that because I was married I wouldn’t go to the movies with her. No, I just didn’t want to go to the movies with her, free or not. Not to mention yes I was just married at the time and going to a Midnight showing on a work night for a movie I have no interest in was not happening. From that point on she packed her double barrels and has been gunning for me since. She couldn’t understand that I wouldn’t say hello to her when she refused to acknowledge me when I said hello, so I stopped. I can be polite and business like but I don’t have to be your friend. Everything she tried to through at me in attempts to get me into trouble has always blown up in her face. Even to the point of having a meeting called with HR, the Controller and her manager, I was on my own no one to defend me. Only to have the tables turned on her and her blasted. I walked out looking like an angel. She sat at her desk for the rest of the afternoon sobbing. I tried to make a conscious effort to help my friend out by being nice and friendly towards her for nothing! On Tuesday I had a pleasant conversation for her to ask her to cover my calls in my dept for once a week while I bill out expenses for the branches, it would only be for an hour once a week. You would think it would not be a big deal right? Wrong!!!! She said yes was all for helping out, like she should be as it’s her job to cover my calls when I am away or on a project. Only for her to skip her manager and go straight to the VP yesterday to complain and say she didn’t want to do it, after I sent an email to her manager and accounting of our arrangement so I could get billing done properly and on time.
To my relief she got yelled at, and lo and behold she ended up crying at her desk and told another coworker she was crying all night because she lost a battle. All my coworker would say is welcome to the job. It’s ridiculous, and I am done, between her and her pussy of a manager who protects her, which he shouldn’t because the rest of his staff hate her, I am arming myself with the big guns and I’m going to start knocking people back into their places. I have never in all my life worked in an environment that nurtures insanity! HR wants to fire her but the big boss feels bad because she is mentally off and he probably feels she may hurt herself or not ever get another job. I used to feel bad but not anymore. You don’t mess with me or my money, and now the final lines have been drawn. I almost cannot wait for the new year to begin and hold a new phone meeting to review the new software so I can put her and her manager on blast. It aint gonna be pretty, better after I shovel the shit I’ll still smell like a rose….
So does anyone else work with crazy? Or is it just me?
<— so not happy. 
. Dinner was delicious! We do the traditional Italian all seafood and pasta Christmas Eve meal. My father is starting to realize we don’t all eat as much as we used to. Even so we were eating in stages until just after midnight…lol. Coffee and pastries were served and the gift giving began! I’m so bad about opening gifts, I love to hand mine out and watch people’s reactions to see if they really love it. My dad flipped! My sister had a hand in helping me getting it done but I got him a replica Giants helmet and had it signed by Mark Bavaro and Phil McConkey (my sister’s boss is friends with them both). Bavaro happens to be my dad’s favorite, and yes I know neither one of them play anymore but still it’s a kick ass gift especially since it was done personally for my dad. I went out and bought a helmet case for it, I wish I had had my camera on my father’s face when he saw it. 
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