It’s been a long week.
It’s only Wednesday.
I’m over this work drama thing.
I got told today, by one of my coworkers, that the two other problematic coworkers were tracking my comings and goings.
I can’t make this shit up.
Evidently they are trying to catch me going over my breaks.
See… we work in a little bento box of offices separate from the rest of our division because that how the space issues work out.
I have lots of things I have to do, like mailing stuff, filling orders, getting supplies and educational materials, talking to other folks about work related things, going pee (I drink a lot of coffee and water), and other things requiring me to walk out the door to our little bento box, least of all taking my two daily allotted breaks — these two problematic coworkers think I’m “taking too many breaks” or “getting up too much.”
Every time I walk to the fax machine, one of the problematic coworkers slams her door when she sees me there. She’s actually papered up her door so her person is not visible from the fax machine.
Again, I can’t make this shit up.
In addition, they are tracking my workload to make sure I’m doing my job. Which our system doesn’t work that way and they are full of shit as the day is long. But evidently the newer problematic coworker “figured it out.”
Dude… I just sit in my office and do my job. And I fucking do my job well. I keep my door closed. I’m polite to everyone. At our last staff meeting, one of them brought up how “you don’t do that many cases” and “I found this case that you did this wrong on.”
Okay. Bring it to my attention and I will fix it. Instead she sent it to my other other coworker who sent it to me and said fix it.
And I fixed it.
I am the first one to admit I fucked up and offer to fix it — in my mind, it makes sense. If I didn’t fuck up, then I didn’t fuck up and I won’t take responsibility for it. I catch everyone else’s fuck ups all the time and instead of calling them out at a staff meeting, If it’s not something easily overlooked or will take me longer to fix it than telling the person — I will email the person and CC my supervisor. Not call someone out on a supposed mistake that happened a month ago that you cannot produce documentation I made said mistake. And if you had, I would have probably said “Shit. I’m sorry. Let me fix that. Email me the details.”
I don’t need this shit.
How about, instead of keeping track of what I’m doing, do your own job.
And it’s not just me, either.
The coworker who filled me in on this fuckshit cunthattery is being “tracked” too. She had to take a personal call related to a custody hearing for her son — serious business — and had to step outside. One of the problematic coworkers said, “I thought you just took your break and you’re taking another one.”
This is so fucking stupid.
And maybe a little racist — their part, not mine. I don’t care what color you are. Shitty person = shitty person.
And what makes it even more laughable and fucking stupid is that both are very outspokenly religious, and ya’ll know how I feel about that.
I’ve been treated the worst in my life by people who are extremely outspokenly religious.
I can’t today.
Also hormones because my body hates me.
I know this sounds weird — but my theory behind it all is that because we all are female and work in the same office space and use the same bathrooms all our cycles have synced up and all this fuckshit cunthattery happens when everyone is on their period and the ability to handle work stress with poise and rationality has gone down the drain.
I hate working with other women.