To the fat lady next to me on the bus last night.
I'm sorry, but I had some major stink in my pits. Yah. I had some big time BO. My office is really hot to me, and then late in the afternoon I got my performance appraisal. They had me sweating. For a freaking hour.
A two. They gave me a two out of five. Because I missed work because of my sick kid and because of my back. And because I'm a bitch, apparently.
Doesn't matter that the people that *actually* work with me don't think so, it is because there was an incident two years ago with this asshat twenty-something clerk. She got mad at me because I wouldn't help her forge her timesheet hours and because I wouldn't inflate her salary so that she could afford to buy a new Honda accord. She also was an incompetent sloth.
After that, I became Satan to her. Literally. That's what she called me. No matter, I hear she is working as a salesgirl at some accessories place in the mall or something. She was an idiot. And a drunk. And she dressed like a hooka. Seriously - skintight white pants & she'd wear red Lane Bryants (she was over 200 lbs she told me). Her shirts were so tight you could see the fat rolls spill out of her bra. Whatever she was going to wear to the club that night became appropriate work attire to her.
But since there were a few girls that liked her (drunks are fun - doncha know), I still have the bitch reputation. Doesn't matter that the enginerds I work with like me, or that the editors that have worked with me don't think I'm a horrible witch, what matters is that there are still rumors/gossip about me.
[see - when the former editor and the current new editor started, they were "warned" by this fucktard clerk (aka the secret lesbian crackhead - literally) that I was horrible to work for and that they would hate me. I adore Lara as she is my secret sistergirlfriend, and I really like the new editor as she's smart & full of sass. That's the kind of shit drama that I put up with. I'm just glad they are located at the other end of the building now.]
Anyway, I replied to my appraisal with a four page note commenting on how I did not think I warranted a two. Three maybe, but a two - hell naw!
Why? BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY. Our raises are based on that score. It's so not cool TO FUCK WITH THE MONEY OF A SINGLE MOM!!!
So fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you.
Damnit, I wish I was independently wealthy, so I could tell them to shove this eyeball-glazing job up their respective assholes.
So today I plan on drinking a ton of water so that I don't offend the person next to me on the bus. Cause I surely could smell myself & I totally was offending my own nose.
Peeeyewwww!!
Posted by debutaunt at October 12, 2004 09:46 AM | TrackBack