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Screaming Bean

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

We moved offices. And of course the new space was not exactly in move-in condition. Working in a work zone is always fun. The offices were covered in dust and whatnot, random people wandered in and out, and we tried to work. I proceeded to develop stomach flu by the second day and worked like a dog on Friday, only because I was stupid enough not to call in. I begged to go home halfway through the day, but was given such a friggin line about getting work done before the end of the day that I stayed. I'm a moron. Never mind the fact that the work that "had to be done" wasn't my own, but the clerk's who doesn't work on Friday. So yes, I'm below a secretary, I'm a clerk's helper. Yeah, a clerk's helper who works without food for fear of throwing up on the furniture.

I spent most of the weekend sleeping, or trying not to be ill. Monday arose with me having to explain to the clerk why I had to do the work on Friday. When I continued to be needled by this clerk, I finally cut the conversation short by explaining that I did not feel it necessary to explain myself to a clerk as to why I was doing my job. The clerk then went to the boss and blew me in. I was then called into the bosses' office and berated soundly for 15 minutes for bruising the ego of the clerk. The whole situation was so insane that at one point I actually chuckled. That made things worse. I could have really given a crap at that point, and nearly walked out of the office in mid-rant.

I have not been fired, because you know when you have indentured servant status it's hard to fire the scut worker. However, my attitude has gone much worse now. I barely speak to anyone, and while I serve my clients well, I do nothing for anyone here. There are no favors, there are no niceties. Because damn it, if you want to treat me like I'm something to be hated, I'll give you something to hate. Obviously punctual, diligent, and skillful gets you nowhere here.

Labels: job, sick

handed down by Beanie at 11:26 AM || |