~What in the Hell?~

Thursday, November 03, 2005

~ Round Two ~

Today I had my follow up meeting at work with the sea hag. And this time I had a witness to her BS.

She thought I was just going to go in there and sign anything she wanted but when I started asking questions like "so how did you arrive at this conclusion and where is the documentation?" and "according to company policy you should have done XYZ. I see this wasn't done. Why not?" she got mad.

Tough shit, bitch. You didn't follow company policy and think I'm just going to sign what you want? Uh, no. I have a very strong feeling that if I had not had a witness in there with me that she would have tried to snowball me or threaten me. But since I had a witness she had to own up to the FACT that she did NOT follow the company policy and I have every RIGHT to go over her head with it.

So this round goes to me. I forced her to admit that she didn't follow the procedure, that she used information from 2004 and that it will all be redone. I may not be the baddest bitch in town but I'll do until she comes along. Friggin' pisses me off.

Then she has the nerve to ask me why I didn't think she was supportive. DUH. When I told her because she just wants to look good she got pissed off. I was like "well, you asked." Like I'm gonna LIE to make HER feel better? Bitch, please!

To add to her maturity level she said "dealing with you is the worst part of my job." I nearly laughed out loud at that. Whatever. I said, "You won't have to worry about it much longer. As soon as I find something else, I'm leaving."

Like I'm going to fucking stay there after THAT. Right. Find someone else to abuse. I'm thru with dealing with it.

Apparently word got around before the meeting and I had two of my co-workers come to me and tell me they didn't want me to leave. Why? It's just going to get worse for ALL of us. If you had any sense you'd get the hell out, too.

One of the guys actually came into my office and shut the door. He was like "man, don't leave. I don't want you to leave. You are one of the handful of people here I'd want at my back if I were marching off to war. I trust you. You can't leave me here with these idiots."

I said, "look, it has nothing to do with YOU ALL - the team is the only reason I've stayed this long. I can't stand working for her anymore because she doesn't give a shit about anything but having everyone 'like' us. She doesn't care how overwhelmed or understaffed or miserable we are as long as she looks good."

We had a long discussion about it. As he got ready to leave he gave me a hug and kissed me on the head. I was like "dude, don't. I'm going to start bawling. Be gone!"

That's the hard part. I LIKE all of the people I work with. And, like Mike said, it's a KNOWN evil. I guess most people would rather stay with a KNOWN evil than an UNKNOWN one but not me. I know I don't LIKE this evil. Lemme try a new evil on for size. It might fit better.

It will be hard to leave everyone. And Sonny was saying that our team leader doesn't know who they are going to get if I leave. Well, why don't the sea hag get off her lazy ass and do something instead of sit in meetings all day? Oh, I forgot. She doesn't have a FUCKING CLUE as to what we do or how to do our jobs. DUH!

Yeah, I feel bad for my co-workers and I don't like leaving them in the lurch. Maybe fortuna will work something out. However, I can't count on it. I have to look on my own, too.

Anyway - Here's a picture of me all made up for Halloween. Image hosted by Photobucket.com
Don't I look horrible?

The other night I sat down to write for a while. It was rather odd. Mr. Wicked was hovering but not talking. I was having a bit of an issue with the end - sort of lost the feel for The Sweet One and was struggling to recalibrate myself to him.

After about an hour or so of me staring off into space, Hateful finally says in his snotty tone, "well, why don't you call HIM?" So I do. Score - two muses upset, one confused writer.

Apparently Steve couldn't believe that I would just call him out of the blue. Something had to be wrong. Something was going on - we needed to talk - oooooo!!! His overthinking Virgo mind just conjured up all sorts of doom!

I was like, no - I just needed some recalibration. No big deal. And yes, it really is THAT simple. Of course, Mr. Wicked was completely disgusted with me - I wasn't SUPPOSED to call "Stevolas". I was just supposed to mope around and beg him to help me. Yeah, right.

Apparently, in typical male fashion, Mr. Wicked can't seem to figure out just what the hell this thing called a "telephone" is for. DUH!

So Hateful was miffed that I actually did what he told me to (when he really didn't WANT me to) and Steve was all worked up because something HAD to be "wrong" if I'm just calling out of the blue.

I can't win, I tell ya! o-O

The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:35 PM

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