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jianantonicToday has not been great. It's the first day in a long line of days (32, to be exact) of waiting. June 1. Sigh.
I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and I'm feeling anxious, so I certainly wasn't in the very best of moods when I went to work at 7. On top of all that, the day is just dismal. Rainy, cold, dark. And the Diamondbacks lost in something like 15 innings last night. Sigh. But I tried to be in good spirits at work...it just didn't take long for that facade to crumble. Shayla somehow weasled her way onto the Saturday morning schedule. I don't hate Shayla, I just hate being around her. I've talked about her before. She's the one who demanded an engagement from her boyfriend, and also bragged about how he was going to buy her a 3 carat diamond. She got the engagement, but her diamond is only a half-carat. Now her tune is, "A half a carat is all a girl should ever need." A girl never needs diamonds, period. Maybe a half carat is what it takes to temporarily still her insecurities, but whatever...
Neither Gina nor I can stand Shayla. Every sentence begins with "My fiance," and she has to be in on every conversation. Ugh. Okay, I admit, I'm like that about wanting to be included in conversations, but I'd like to think that what I have to contribute is somewhat interesting. I've never interrupted a coworker in the middle of a checkin to tell a guest from Chicago that my fiance's brother's girlfriend might be going to Chicago next summer. I recognize that PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE THINGS and also that IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT. Sorry to get all worked up. Never mind, I'm not. It's my journal. Sorry retracted.
So I hate working with Shayla, and she really just creeped up my nerves today and I think the headache I have now is a direct result of trying so hard to tune her out.
One example of what happened today:
Tomorrow is Steve Kuller's last day before tranferring to the water park, so we threw him a party today and all signed a card. I was one of the first to sign it, and I addressed my little note to "Richard," because I always call him Richard (he is exactly like Richard Dawson in every way except for being British, a game show host, and 80 years old). Shayla picked up the card to sign it after I did, even though I was handing it to Darlene. She opens it, sees my note, reads it, and goes, "Wait, who is this card for? I'm confused. Why does this say Richard?"
Okay, rewind about 10 seconds. Kathy had said something about how she hoped no one took what she wrote the wrong way, and I said not to worry because people don't read what other people write in personal messages like that because it's rude. So, fresh off this mini-conversation, I said to Shayla, "It says Richard because that's what I call him, but that really doesn't matter because it's my message. Why do people read other people's personal addresses?" and Kathy and I both laughed.
Shayla then said, "Chill, Meg. Seriously, calm down!"
Now, I must say, I was greatly offended here. I wasn't so much offended (or even acting like it!) by the reading of the card. I knew people here would read it so I didn't write all of the sexual invitations I had hoped to anyway;) But I did just say that it's rude to read it anyway, and here Shayla is, the wrongdoer in this situation, telling me to chill because I called her rude for doing something she'd JUST heard me tell Kathy I think is rude! Come ON! So I just said "Fuck you." It was the first time I'd ever said something to her face to indicate how much I dislike her. And she laughed. She thought I was joking. She then said, "Oh, Meg, you're so funny!" It's a damn good thing I'm a pacifist, because sometimes I feel like going apeshit on her.
Okay I can't resist one more Shayla rant. Everyone's seen that news story about that Jennifer somethingorother lady who faked her own kidnapping because of bridal cold feet? Well, that news was just breaking at 8am, when Shayla clocked in. Every guest that came up, she'd mention that story, then she'd say to them, "I'm engaged, and I would NEVER do that!" I pulled Gina aside after she'd said it for about the fiftieth time, and we both whispered in unison, "Yeah, but her fiance should." It was classic. This is why I love Gina with all my heart and soul.
Alright, time to rant a little more about the party. Jan bought lunch for everyone from Log Cabin, a local restaurant here. Nice, right? Right...not ONE DAMN THING on that menu is vegetarian. Even their side dishes have pork in them. Ugh...I understand that unless you are a vegetarian, it's not usually something you'd consider...but come on...everyone knows I'm a vegetarian because Chris is always making stupid jokes about how much meat I'm going to order for dinner and then he laughs and goes over the whole vegetarian thing again. So the party rolled around, and everyone was pigging out on ribs, and I'm just sitting there with a slice of pizza. I was content enough. Jan bought the pizza for me when she realized her error, so I was happy, although yes, a little annoyed at not getting a restaurant meal like everyone else. But then Wayne walked by with his ribs and was like, "Meg, you really should eat a little meat every now and then. It won't hurt you." Now I've been a vegetarian for 13 years, so I'm used to comments sort of like these. But not once have I been told that I should eat meat. And I know he wasn't really serious, but it still struck a nerve, and I've never really liked the diarrhea that comes out of Wayne's mouth, so I took the opportunity to strike back in a way that couldn't start a political debate (usually any attempt at scolding his racism or homophobia becomes a hippie versus conservative thing and that's not what it's supposed to be about). I just lashed out here, though. I did remain calm, but I certainly put him in his place.
"Wayne," I said, "I think that's a very rude and thoughtless thing for you to say to me. My top two reasons for being a vegetarian are to not kill animals and to contribute as little as possible to the environmental destruction caused by farming cattle and poultry. Those are moral reasons, and for you to tell me I should do something against my morals is an attack on my character and even if you were joking, it's not kind, it's the opposite of kind, and I think you owe me an apology." I got my apology, which I'm sure was followed by an eye roll as soon as he turned his back, but he couldn't argue with what I said because he knew he was wrong, even if I did react like a heinous bitch. And I left this part out of my tirade but yes it WOULD hurt me because my digestive system hasn't seen anything even remotely resembling meat in over a decade!
It's days like these that make June 1 seem like years from now. And if June 1 comes around and I don't have the job...eep. But I'm trying to hang in there and be positive. OOOH! There was some great news today. The person that I had that huge falling out with, whose name I've never mentioned because I wanted to be the bigger person and not turn people against her like she tried to do against me, put in her two weeks' notice today! I think that she was asked to resign, too, because Jan hinted that to me on Wednesday...I can't tell you how thrilled I am to see that bitch leave. Not that I plan to be there much longer, but it will make my remaining time much more comfortable. It's hard to work in a place like that without speaking to one of your coworkers.
Anyway, there is that.
Peace.
I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and I'm feeling anxious, so I certainly wasn't in the very best of moods when I went to work at 7. On top of all that, the day is just dismal. Rainy, cold, dark. And the Diamondbacks lost in something like 15 innings last night. Sigh. But I tried to be in good spirits at work...it just didn't take long for that facade to crumble. Shayla somehow weasled her way onto the Saturday morning schedule. I don't hate Shayla, I just hate being around her. I've talked about her before. She's the one who demanded an engagement from her boyfriend, and also bragged about how he was going to buy her a 3 carat diamond. She got the engagement, but her diamond is only a half-carat. Now her tune is, "A half a carat is all a girl should ever need." A girl never needs diamonds, period. Maybe a half carat is what it takes to temporarily still her insecurities, but whatever...
Neither Gina nor I can stand Shayla. Every sentence begins with "My fiance," and she has to be in on every conversation. Ugh. Okay, I admit, I'm like that about wanting to be included in conversations, but I'd like to think that what I have to contribute is somewhat interesting. I've never interrupted a coworker in the middle of a checkin to tell a guest from Chicago that my fiance's brother's girlfriend might be going to Chicago next summer. I recognize that PEOPLE DON'T CARE ABOUT THESE THINGS and also that IT'S RUDE TO INTERRUPT. Sorry to get all worked up. Never mind, I'm not. It's my journal. Sorry retracted.
So I hate working with Shayla, and she really just creeped up my nerves today and I think the headache I have now is a direct result of trying so hard to tune her out.
One example of what happened today:
Tomorrow is Steve Kuller's last day before tranferring to the water park, so we threw him a party today and all signed a card. I was one of the first to sign it, and I addressed my little note to "Richard," because I always call him Richard (he is exactly like Richard Dawson in every way except for being British, a game show host, and 80 years old). Shayla picked up the card to sign it after I did, even though I was handing it to Darlene. She opens it, sees my note, reads it, and goes, "Wait, who is this card for? I'm confused. Why does this say Richard?"
Okay, rewind about 10 seconds. Kathy had said something about how she hoped no one took what she wrote the wrong way, and I said not to worry because people don't read what other people write in personal messages like that because it's rude. So, fresh off this mini-conversation, I said to Shayla, "It says Richard because that's what I call him, but that really doesn't matter because it's my message. Why do people read other people's personal addresses?" and Kathy and I both laughed.
Shayla then said, "Chill, Meg. Seriously, calm down!"
Now, I must say, I was greatly offended here. I wasn't so much offended (or even acting like it!) by the reading of the card. I knew people here would read it so I didn't write all of the sexual invitations I had hoped to anyway;) But I did just say that it's rude to read it anyway, and here Shayla is, the wrongdoer in this situation, telling me to chill because I called her rude for doing something she'd JUST heard me tell Kathy I think is rude! Come ON! So I just said "Fuck you." It was the first time I'd ever said something to her face to indicate how much I dislike her. And she laughed. She thought I was joking. She then said, "Oh, Meg, you're so funny!" It's a damn good thing I'm a pacifist, because sometimes I feel like going apeshit on her.
Okay I can't resist one more Shayla rant. Everyone's seen that news story about that Jennifer somethingorother lady who faked her own kidnapping because of bridal cold feet? Well, that news was just breaking at 8am, when Shayla clocked in. Every guest that came up, she'd mention that story, then she'd say to them, "I'm engaged, and I would NEVER do that!" I pulled Gina aside after she'd said it for about the fiftieth time, and we both whispered in unison, "Yeah, but her fiance should." It was classic. This is why I love Gina with all my heart and soul.
Alright, time to rant a little more about the party. Jan bought lunch for everyone from Log Cabin, a local restaurant here. Nice, right? Right...not ONE DAMN THING on that menu is vegetarian. Even their side dishes have pork in them. Ugh...I understand that unless you are a vegetarian, it's not usually something you'd consider...but come on...everyone knows I'm a vegetarian because Chris is always making stupid jokes about how much meat I'm going to order for dinner and then he laughs and goes over the whole vegetarian thing again. So the party rolled around, and everyone was pigging out on ribs, and I'm just sitting there with a slice of pizza. I was content enough. Jan bought the pizza for me when she realized her error, so I was happy, although yes, a little annoyed at not getting a restaurant meal like everyone else. But then Wayne walked by with his ribs and was like, "Meg, you really should eat a little meat every now and then. It won't hurt you." Now I've been a vegetarian for 13 years, so I'm used to comments sort of like these. But not once have I been told that I should eat meat. And I know he wasn't really serious, but it still struck a nerve, and I've never really liked the diarrhea that comes out of Wayne's mouth, so I took the opportunity to strike back in a way that couldn't start a political debate (usually any attempt at scolding his racism or homophobia becomes a hippie versus conservative thing and that's not what it's supposed to be about). I just lashed out here, though. I did remain calm, but I certainly put him in his place.
"Wayne," I said, "I think that's a very rude and thoughtless thing for you to say to me. My top two reasons for being a vegetarian are to not kill animals and to contribute as little as possible to the environmental destruction caused by farming cattle and poultry. Those are moral reasons, and for you to tell me I should do something against my morals is an attack on my character and even if you were joking, it's not kind, it's the opposite of kind, and I think you owe me an apology." I got my apology, which I'm sure was followed by an eye roll as soon as he turned his back, but he couldn't argue with what I said because he knew he was wrong, even if I did react like a heinous bitch. And I left this part out of my tirade but yes it WOULD hurt me because my digestive system hasn't seen anything even remotely resembling meat in over a decade!
It's days like these that make June 1 seem like years from now. And if June 1 comes around and I don't have the job...eep. But I'm trying to hang in there and be positive. OOOH! There was some great news today. The person that I had that huge falling out with, whose name I've never mentioned because I wanted to be the bigger person and not turn people against her like she tried to do against me, put in her two weeks' notice today! I think that she was asked to resign, too, because Jan hinted that to me on Wednesday...I can't tell you how thrilled I am to see that bitch leave. Not that I plan to be there much longer, but it will make my remaining time much more comfortable. It's hard to work in a place like that without speaking to one of your coworkers.
Anyway, there is that.
Peace.
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Date: 2005-04-30 07:37 pm (UTC)Just hang in there, kiddo. People are always going to be jerks on occasion, it's in their nature. Everyone does it. Just keep a good attitude (which is hard on days like this, I know) and comfort yourself with knowing that you aren't working there forever.
lurrrve!!