Let's Get Cynical, Cynical
March 28, 2008
I kind of feel bad for all the people who go searching for 'artisan bread in 5 minutes a day' but then end up here. I bet it's horribly disappointing. You come looking for bread and you end up getting talk about dirty syringes and company issued razorblades. For that, I am sorry to have let you down.
But today was one of those days where I really wished I had one of those company issued razorblades. I am now convinced everyone at my company is completely off their rocker and although one day soon, I will hand in my standard 'Thanks for the opportunity' two weeks notice, I secretly wish I could go out with my guns blazing. I know blogging about work is one of those taboo, oh-no-you're-asking-to-get-dooced type of topics but I am beyond the point of caring now. Let's just say I was inappropriately reamed out in front of my coworkers by someone who technically has no authority over me, for something I didn't even do and leave it at that.
I may freeze and not move in hopes they won't see me when confrontation arises but 10 minutes later when my brain kicks in and I realize what is happening, I am cursing you to a fiery hell. Let me tell ya, in my head I am so kicking your ass. How many craptacular jobs does a girl have to work in her lifetime anyways? I'm pretty sure all anyone ever asks for is to be able to do their job without BS, be paid a fair wage and like what they do. Is that really so much to ask for? Apparently.
I'm pretty sure that's why I went to art school in the first place. So I would never end up where I am now. They tell you everything will be oh so shiny and wonderful when you get out, but it's a bunch of damn lies. It's all just to help you keep your sanity when you're working in a cube 9-5.
Well, I know I've been a cynical downer all week, so I promise I'll try to get some baking and/or puppy tea towel stitching done this weekend so reading my blog doesn't make you want to stab yourself with a dirty syringe. Oh and lists! I've done next to none of that and there is only three days left! I'm so bad at playing by the rules.
But today was one of those days where I really wished I had one of those company issued razorblades. I am now convinced everyone at my company is completely off their rocker and although one day soon, I will hand in my standard 'Thanks for the opportunity' two weeks notice, I secretly wish I could go out with my guns blazing. I know blogging about work is one of those taboo, oh-no-you're-asking-to-get-dooced type of topics but I am beyond the point of caring now. Let's just say I was inappropriately reamed out in front of my coworkers by someone who technically has no authority over me, for something I didn't even do and leave it at that.
I may freeze and not move in hopes they won't see me when confrontation arises but 10 minutes later when my brain kicks in and I realize what is happening, I am cursing you to a fiery hell. Let me tell ya, in my head I am so kicking your ass. How many craptacular jobs does a girl have to work in her lifetime anyways? I'm pretty sure all anyone ever asks for is to be able to do their job without BS, be paid a fair wage and like what they do. Is that really so much to ask for? Apparently.
I'm pretty sure that's why I went to art school in the first place. So I would never end up where I am now. They tell you everything will be oh so shiny and wonderful when you get out, but it's a bunch of damn lies. It's all just to help you keep your sanity when you're working in a cube 9-5.
Well, I know I've been a cynical downer all week, so I promise I'll try to get some baking and/or puppy tea towel stitching done this weekend so reading my blog doesn't make you want to stab yourself with a dirty syringe. Oh and lists! I've done next to none of that and there is only three days left! I'm so bad at playing by the rules.
If I had known things were going to be that bad, I would have brought more cupcakes.