There is always someone at your job…
…That you really just don’t like or get along with. There is one of these at my new job and I just take everyday working with her one day at a time. Somethings are a bit comical and I am NOT the only one that feels this way towards her.
My other co-worker absolutely can not stand her and does not like working with her. This co-worker is very close to retirement, lets call her “J”, so that says she is up there in age. While the co-worker we both do not like, lets just call her “L”, is say mid-40’s (oh and important only been in the US for maybe 3 or 4 years). Well because of her age J is very blunt and open at what she thinks of L. Not directly saying things to L’s face but by not hiding her feelings when L screws up, which is often! Well there was one day L did not talk to anyone in our department, and there are a total of 6 of us. The next day she did not talk to anyone again. Lastly the third day L still didn’t talk to anyone, after 30 mins in our manager’s office, she left for the rest of the day. J was spoken to by the manager saying the L felt like she was mean to her. While I don’t feel that bad about L, part of me is like grow a back bone there woman. The writing is on the wall, we constantly have to remind her over and over again about certain things she needs to do in order for us to do our job’s properly. She has a constant manner to say ok, but then merely days later we are having to say something again because she didn’t do anything to change. So giving this I can so understand why J is so over working with her and where her frustrations come from. J has to work with L more closely then I do and I am already so beyond frustrated with L. She has been told by management that x needs to happen because of this…and she just doesn’t pay attention to what she is doing we all find her screw ups and have to waste time fixing them.
Oh, there is so much more I can say, but I will leave you with this for now.
I AM still only human
Although I was abused by my father there are certain days I do think about him. This past week was his birthday. I did think about him on his birthday, however short it was. I first simply thought it was his birthday, then I thought about how many years it has been since I even spoke the words “Happy Birthday Dad”. Lastly I thought, this man doesn’t even call his own mom on her birthday, so I should not feel bad for not calling him. I don’t feel bad, I only feel sad that this man has put himself in the position of loneliness. He doesn’t have a relationship with his daughter and will never have one with his grandchildren. Yet I can’t feel any guilt for this, he alone did this to himself, by his actions of sexual abuse.
