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in which the Big Bitch lays it out
AHHHHHHHHHH.
three days off. four, actually, but i have to switch tuesday with friday, because the schedule's all farked up, and i need to be in KY on friday.
it might end up being a moot point, depending on how the next week goes.
****
we have a new Ops Manager -- i think i like her. i've met her before in corporate classes. i was so screwed with laundry tonight (on top of 20 check-ins and two report projects Miss S. wanted me to do) that i wanted to scream. i started pulling sheets out of the dryer, and they not only were still wet, the dryer was WAY overfilled and everything was tangled in a big, nasty knot.
HOLD THE PHONE.
i'm swearing (yes, i have a potty mouth! get over it already! if i go to hell it's not because i said "FUCK" eight million times) and pulling on this crap, and i'm so sick of it. the new Ops walks in and asks me what's wrong.
i said, take a look at this shit. okay?
she did, and said, is it like this all the time? i need feedback here, give me your opinion.
i almost started laughing. i said, most people are very hesitant to ask my opinion, because that's exactly what you're gonna get. so be sure you want it.
Miss S. told me you're a straight shooter, she said. that's what i need here, i need to know what i'm stepping into.
then here it is...
and i laid it out. ALL of it. every bit. i gave her the lowdown, figuring, what have i got to lose? $8.50 an hour? benefits? a satisfying career? hardly.
i didn't get in to personalities or the civil war going on here, i just gave her my perspective from a management POV colored by working in the trenches. and, i told her, i am THIS CLOSE >< to pulling the plug. enough is enough.
she said, well, we'll fix this. i said, i want to know who did this. put all this laundry in the dryer like this.
i'll find out, she said.
you do that. then tell them to run, because when i find them they're dead meat.
i mean, i was HOT. not HAWT, but HOT. there was no Funny Netta. i told the Ops that the hotel i worked at before (she knows it -- knows it and considers it the Ghetto, which it is AND I'M DAMNED PROUD OF IT) was ten time better than this place. i said, the people i worked with there were the Best Crew i have ever worked with. we were a TEAM. here, there's so much backstabbing and fucking over going on i hate it. it's making me angry, and it's making me SICK. SICK. it's disgusting, the way people behave here. good luck with this, because you have your hands full.
the Big Bitch did the Frisco Stomp all over the laundry room, and aired out her Dirty Laundry. it was awesome.
****
Miss S. happened to come in for the show. she told me later i scared the shit out of her.
heh.
mark it.
****
i don't normally lose my temper. i'm sure we've been over this in this journal more than a few times. anger scares me. no, that's not quite right. anger terrifies me. all anger -- other people's AND mine. it takes so much to push me beyond the "irritated" stage, and when i get there, it's like i hang on desperately to some kind of control. the Big Bitch takes over and i can only look on in admiration, because she does what i cannot.
when the BB makes her appearance, i feel strong and empowered. especially if i'm right, but even if i'm wrong. i wish i could feel that way all the time.
****
you may have noticed new links up top ^^ where i have ho'd myself out to Facebook, Twitter, Myspace and LinkedIn. feel free to add me to any and all, at your convenience. it's part of my Nefarious Plan To Take Over The Universe, and there will be more links to other cool places as they happen.
it's fun. i actually hooked up with two high school friends on Facebook, and that's been weird. they are and they aren't the same people -- one of them said they never would have recognized me. of course, she looks exactly the same. i wonder how she pulled that off.
it'll be interesting to see who else pops up. i'm kinda nervous, heh!
****
AND...
some of you have visited JamsBio, right? well, today i got an email from the owner of the site, who said the quality of my memories caught his eye and they're putting a radio program together to broadcast on the site. he wants me to read one of my memories for it.
O-O
(that's me, with my eyes buggin' out.)
to say i am mildly excited is to say Britney is mildly crazy.
is that da bomb or what??
****
speaking of bombs, the tornado sirens were blaring this afternoon on my way to work. i stayed ahead of the storm by minutes only; as soon as i hit the door the storm hit the fan. people were crowed in the business center until the worst of it passed, and one lady just about cleaned out the little sundries store just in case. although i'm sure twenty bags of Fritos won't last too long.
heh.
****
all-in-all, i'm damned happy the week is over. i'm looking forward to some tweaking, some writing, some reading out loud (squeee!!) and a couple of other things that will hopefully come to pass. i may hook up with my Night Dude and his Pregnant Princess for a trip to the movies, and sunday i plan on catching up with my roommate. haven't seen her all week -- we communicate by notes and voice mail. we usually catch up on fridays, but her schedule is whacked too, and she has to work tomorrow.
for now, i have to wire down. adrenaline, yanno.
i haz it.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
three days off. four, actually, but i have to switch tuesday with friday, because the schedule's all farked up, and i need to be in KY on friday.
it might end up being a moot point, depending on how the next week goes.
****
we have a new Ops Manager -- i think i like her. i've met her before in corporate classes. i was so screwed with laundry tonight (on top of 20 check-ins and two report projects Miss S. wanted me to do) that i wanted to scream. i started pulling sheets out of the dryer, and they not only were still wet, the dryer was WAY overfilled and everything was tangled in a big, nasty knot.
HOLD THE PHONE.
i'm swearing (yes, i have a potty mouth! get over it already! if i go to hell it's not because i said "FUCK" eight million times) and pulling on this crap, and i'm so sick of it. the new Ops walks in and asks me what's wrong.
i said, take a look at this shit. okay?
she did, and said, is it like this all the time? i need feedback here, give me your opinion.
i almost started laughing. i said, most people are very hesitant to ask my opinion, because that's exactly what you're gonna get. so be sure you want it.
Miss S. told me you're a straight shooter, she said. that's what i need here, i need to know what i'm stepping into.
then here it is...
and i laid it out. ALL of it. every bit. i gave her the lowdown, figuring, what have i got to lose? $8.50 an hour? benefits? a satisfying career? hardly.
i didn't get in to personalities or the civil war going on here, i just gave her my perspective from a management POV colored by working in the trenches. and, i told her, i am THIS CLOSE >< to pulling the plug. enough is enough.
she said, well, we'll fix this. i said, i want to know who did this. put all this laundry in the dryer like this.
i'll find out, she said.
you do that. then tell them to run, because when i find them they're dead meat.
i mean, i was HOT. not HAWT, but HOT. there was no Funny Netta. i told the Ops that the hotel i worked at before (she knows it -- knows it and considers it the Ghetto, which it is AND I'M DAMNED PROUD OF IT) was ten time better than this place. i said, the people i worked with there were the Best Crew i have ever worked with. we were a TEAM. here, there's so much backstabbing and fucking over going on i hate it. it's making me angry, and it's making me SICK. SICK. it's disgusting, the way people behave here. good luck with this, because you have your hands full.
the Big Bitch did the Frisco Stomp all over the laundry room, and aired out her Dirty Laundry. it was awesome.
****
Miss S. happened to come in for the show. she told me later i scared the shit out of her.
heh.
mark it.
****
i don't normally lose my temper. i'm sure we've been over this in this journal more than a few times. anger scares me. no, that's not quite right. anger terrifies me. all anger -- other people's AND mine. it takes so much to push me beyond the "irritated" stage, and when i get there, it's like i hang on desperately to some kind of control. the Big Bitch takes over and i can only look on in admiration, because she does what i cannot.
when the BB makes her appearance, i feel strong and empowered. especially if i'm right, but even if i'm wrong. i wish i could feel that way all the time.
****
you may have noticed new links up top ^^ where i have ho'd myself out to Facebook, Twitter, Myspace and LinkedIn. feel free to add me to any and all, at your convenience. it's part of my Nefarious Plan To Take Over The Universe, and there will be more links to other cool places as they happen.
it's fun. i actually hooked up with two high school friends on Facebook, and that's been weird. they are and they aren't the same people -- one of them said they never would have recognized me. of course, she looks exactly the same. i wonder how she pulled that off.
it'll be interesting to see who else pops up. i'm kinda nervous, heh!
****
AND...
some of you have visited JamsBio, right? well, today i got an email from the owner of the site, who said the quality of my memories caught his eye and they're putting a radio program together to broadcast on the site. he wants me to read one of my memories for it.
O-O
(that's me, with my eyes buggin' out.)
to say i am mildly excited is to say Britney is mildly crazy.
is that da bomb or what??
****
speaking of bombs, the tornado sirens were blaring this afternoon on my way to work. i stayed ahead of the storm by minutes only; as soon as i hit the door the storm hit the fan. people were crowed in the business center until the worst of it passed, and one lady just about cleaned out the little sundries store just in case. although i'm sure twenty bags of Fritos won't last too long.
heh.
****
all-in-all, i'm damned happy the week is over. i'm looking forward to some tweaking, some writing, some reading out loud (squeee!!) and a couple of other things that will hopefully come to pass. i may hook up with my Night Dude and his Pregnant Princess for a trip to the movies, and sunday i plan on catching up with my roommate. haven't seen her all week -- we communicate by notes and voice mail. we usually catch up on fridays, but her schedule is whacked too, and she has to work tomorrow.
for now, i have to wire down. adrenaline, yanno.
i haz it.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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