rebecca_in_blue | Entries tagged with work drama

Remember that coworker I mentioned who complains all the time? Well, things came to a head yesterday. As soon as I got to work, he started griping about a really minor thing our manager said. I called him out on it, and he snapped back. We started arguing, and to make a long story short, he said that he was never going to speak to me again. (I was really tempted to say, "Promise? Can I get that in writing?" I was so tired of his constant negativity.) He also unfriended me on Facebook. I think he behaved very immaturely, and I'm sure anyone would agree with me, but so far, I've resisted the temptation to discuss it with anyone else I work with. I hate drama and don't want to generate any more. This person and I will have to continue working together, and I hope we can both act like adults. I'm kinda sad over it, because we used to be friends, but then he turned into such a moper. Oh, well. He'll punish himself better than I ever could.

Anyway, onto happier subjects -- tonight's new NCIS episode!

( Notes for 9x20 "The Missionary Position" )

Can you believe Season 9 is almost over already? Only four new episodes left!

Current Mood: sigh...
Current Music: Billie Jean, Michael Jackson

Apparently, more drama is going down at work. I decided to cut right to the chase, so today I asked one of my managers if I was getting fired. (Because if I was, I'd want to know. No point in dragging these things out, right?) She was a bit taken aback and said there are no plans to fire anyone, but that there is "gonna be a shake-up." Hmm.

I know that two of my co-workers, one I hate and one I love, got yelled at today, so we'll see what happens. I almost wanted Boss Man to yell at me too, just because he fails to intimidate me the way he does some other people (something I attribute to growing up with my mom). But I think he likes the fact that I don't make excuses. I suppose it's only natural to want to defend yourself, but I try to live by "never make or accept an excuse" - that's a famous quote from someone; can't remember who right now - at least while I'm at work.

I compiled this list today while I was bored. Things I'd like to say to Boss Man:

I never explain anything. (From Mary Poppins. God, I wanted to say this to my mom for years too.)
I'm just a name on your payroll, but you're just a line in my blog. (A la "Sugar, We're Going Down.")
Are you serious, my boy? (From "The Bed Intruder Song," the coolest and most quotable song ever!)
And Sara suggested that I tell him I'm distracted by how sexy he is, but I could never get that one out without laughing.

I know, Rebecca has spent way too much time thinking about this, right? But who knows where the title of this entry is from?

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Sugar, We're Going' Down, Fall-Out Boy

Some sort of drama went down at work today, and apparently at least two people got fired. I wasn't able to get the whole scoop (and don't think I didn't lurk outside Boss Man's door trying to eavesdrop) and I still have no idea why one of them would have been fired. Rebecca is one disappointed gossip.

I am still very serious about getting my name changed, and I still fully intend to do it – one day. (My mom apparently thinks it's just some phase I'm going through and also probably doesn't approve, which really pisses me off. Especially because I'm willing to bet any amount of money that if I were one of her sons, she would not only support my decision but pay all the court costs for me.) But court fees are expensive, Rebecca is poor, and so my new name will have to be moved to the back burner for a while. I don't want anyone to think I've forgotten about it. We'll see how much of a windfall I get from my birthday, Christmas, 2011's tax refund, and any relatives who might unexpectedly die.

The McDonald's that has stood in the same spot my entire life, less than ten minutes away from my apartment, is temporarily closed for remodeling. And by remodeling, I don't mean it's getting new floors or something. I mean the entire place was demolished with a wrecking ball – so completely that when I went there for a McFlurry on a hot day, forgetting it had been closed, all I found was dirt where it had once stood. (Now I know how Katniss felt standing on the ashes of her old home. Haha, just spoiled the opening scene of Mockingjay for you!) Sara works nearby and says the construction crews are out there every day, but since they're rebuilding from literally nothing, the new McDonald's won't be open until November. This has affected worse than I expected. That McDonald's was the best, cheapest, closest place to go for fast food. Where am I supposed to go until November? But then, it could be worse. I could be back in Villers-Cotterets, where the closest McDonald's was a 35-minute walk away in the cold. But at least there I had my goat cheese pizzas. I have no life for posting about this, I know.

ELEVEN ... DAYS ... LEFT until the Season 8 premiere of NCIS!

Current Mood: full
Current Music: The House That Built Me, Miranda Lambert

My arms and legs are sunburnt the color of a boiled lobster -- don't believe me? click here! -- but still, the canoeing was so much fun! We (three canoes = Athena and me; Adam and Uncle John; Eva and some kid from their church) arrived at Ouiska Chitto around ten on Saturday morning and canoed about nine miles in about six hours. It was overcast and drizzling when we started, so we didn't put on -- or even pack -- any sunscreen. Then the sun said, "So they think they can escape from me, huh? Well, I'll show them!" and came out from behind the clouds with a vengence. It was so bright reflecting off the water and the white sandbars that I probably would've gone blind without my sunglasses and Harry Potter baseball cap. I also wore a t-shirt and my oldest pair of capris over my swimsuit, so only my upper arms and lower legs got burnt. (Athena wore a tank top, and it hit her back, neck, and shoulders. Adam, Eva, and Uncle John, meanwhile, just got nice tans. Damn them.) The water was as cold as the sun was hot, and while the first part of the river was crowded with loud drunks, as soon as we hit the halfway marker, it became very quiet and peaceful -- just us and birds and turtles.

Now for some minor drama. When I went to work this afternoon, I found that someone had written bitch! across the label on my locker in the break room. (Everybody's locker has a label with their name on it.) I immediately peeled off the label, threw it away, cut a zip-tie off an empty locker (all the lockers not in use are sealed shut with zip-ties) and moved all my stuff into that one. After mulling over what else to do, I reported it to my manager; he seemed concerned, but I doubt there's anything to be done when we don't know who wrote it, although I strongly suspect it was this one jackass stocker and told him so. (Him being my manager, not the jackass stocker in question. Although I'm tempted to confront him about it if he ever acts like a jackass again. Which he will.)

I'm trying not to let it bother me, but what really pisses me off is that there are a number of people at our store who are bigger bitches than I am. So why did it get written across my locker? Hmph.

Current Mood: not lazy!
Current Music: Young Turks, Rod Stewart

I had another dream involving child actresses last night. (See also the one about Liz Taylor and the one about Anna Paquin & Victoire Thivisol.) In it, I'd just bought a DVD of this movie starring a really young Dakota Fanning (like, I Am Sam-era young), a Matilda-era Mara Wilson, and a modern-day Natalie Portman, who I think was playing Mara's mom. I can't remember anything about the actual movie, except that I really loved it and was so excited to have a copy.

Adam and I drove out to Iowa yesterday for the Rabbit Festival. I enjoyed the atmosphere and looking around at the booths, but I mostly just went for the carnival food. I love carnival food! (Carnival rides make me sick now, which makes me feel about as old as Grandma!) With the incredibly strong smells of boiled crawfish -- which, like coffee, I love the smell but not the taste of -- and onion rings bombarding my nose from every direction, it was really hard to limit my choices to nachos, funnel cakes, and fried oreos. Adam had a sno-cone and cotton candy. Would you believe he's curious as to what raw onions taste like, but wouldn't try a bite of delicious funnel cake? We also visited Celeste & Co. while there and met their dog Bo, who is so sweet that he reminded me of Dug from Up. Within a few minutes of meeting me, he was throwing himself in my lap and gazing up at me adoringly. The most amazing thing is that I could pull myself away from NCIS and leave the house at all that day.

The weather was nice enough while we were out yesterday, but last night was almost scary. It didn't rain much, but the wind was strong that I thought I was back in Villers-Cotterets. It practically shook the apartment building at some points, and I could hear it whooshing up and down the streets like it was alive. And angry.

Today I did my laundry at Grandma's, flipped through her TV Guide, and made a list of every NCIS episode coming on from Monday to Thursday. I put it up on our refrigerator, although I considered taping it to the corner of the TV screen. I'm so excited: tomorrow is "Judgment Day," the one where Jenny dies!!! I've been looking for that episode on YouTube since for weeks, but I've only found parts of it, so I never got the whole story on how she died. As much as I liked her and didn't want her to die, this is going to be awesome.

Tomorrow, it's back to the salt mines. There has been a lot of drama at work lately because one of my managers claims she's being disrespected. I think she's just taking her anger over her skunk-striped dye job out on us. Sara has said I'm "the definition of passive-aggressive" -- which is something I've seriously been trying to change -- but I'm nothing compared to some of my co-workers. They're having worse problems with Skunkhair than I am, because they tend to cry in the corner, roll their eyes, make sarcastic comments under their breath, and/or bitch to me when she pisses them off. I am working at honestly telling her when she pisses me off, and why.

I've also been trying to figure out how I got to be so passive-agressive in the first place. It sounds so whiny for anyone to still blame their problems on their mom when they're an adult, but I do think my mom's part of it. She's not a cruel person, but when she gets mad, she can say and do incredibly hurtful things. I don't remember ever trying to talk to her about this -- or about anything -- because it was always a given to me that she wouldn't apologize, wouldn't admit she'd done anything wrong, wouldn't change. I remembered recently that when I was a little kid, if I was doing I shouldn't, if someone said to me, even in a perfectly nice way, "Please don't do that," I would feel devastated and think they were angry with me. Is that normal? But then, is anyone? Think I'll go watch Matilda now.

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Amazing Grace, Acapella

I had a terrible stomachache almost all evening yesterday. I think it might have been some pre-packaged pork meat that I had at Grandma's house, because I started feeling nauseous within five minutes of eating it. It got so bad that I had to make myself throw up sometime in the a.m. of this morning. But I did feel a lot better afterwards.

Things at work might be coming to a head regarding the only manager (the only one out of six) that I really hate. Yesterday a girl who works in her department told me that she and another co-worker are considering quitting, because the manager is just that much of a bitch. Said manager also made a bitchy comment to me yesterday morning -- which is not news, because she says rude things to me (and other workers too, although she really seems to hate me especially) -- but this time I fired one right back at her. She has not tried to give me any of her crap since, but it's probably just a matter of time.

I'm off tomorrow! I really need to clean my room, organize my various piles of crap, give Sable a bath, and vaccuum, so let's hope I'll be able to get all those things done. Maybe watch a good movie too. I borrowed The Philadelphia Story from Grandma. Grandma: "Isn't it about gay people?" I think incredulously, OMG, an old movie about gay people? With Cary Grant in it? Really? No way and start reading the back cover before I realize (duh!), "Oh, no, you're thinking of Philadelphia, Grandma." And Mom is supposed to be taking Sara and me out to dinner tomorrow tonight, but we'll see if that actually happens.

Current Mood: bedsheet nun!
Current Music: Sara watching NCIS

Rebecca hasn't barfed since June 17 -- over three weeks! And I haven't eaten out since June 30, which is probably a new record for me in abstaining from fast food.

We're having a meeting at work on Sunday morning, and today I asked Nice Manager about it. I'd assumed it would be about Back-to-School, since that season is our Christmas and is nearly upon us, but she said it was to address "the corruption that's been going on up here." And believe me, I pressed her for more details, but that was all she'd tell me. So I asked a different manager, but he just said, "Uh... it's about... stuff we need to improve upon," and changed the subject. I haven't been doing anything wrong, but I'm still worried. People at work have seemed tenser lately. Maybe it's my imagination, or maybe it's from getting ready for Back-to-School, which I've heard is going to be crazy-busy and stressful. Plus I've found out that I don't get vacation time until I've worked there for a year, which is disappointing. We'll just have to wait and see what happens on Sunday morning.

For some reason, writing about this has made me feel worse, not better. Isn't writing about something supposed to make it better? Sometimes I feel like I've spending my whole life going without, like that's supposed to make me a better person or something. Like the mayor in Chocolat, who was always fasting and abstaining from anything fun or enjoyable, only to go crazy and gorge himself on chocolate in the end. Maybe I need to better appreciate the things I do have, and stop feeling like I'm doing something wrong whenever I treat myself to something.

If I can, I'm taking Eva to the water park this weekend. It had better not rain.

Current Mood: sigh...
Current Music: The Freshman, Verve Pipe

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Why can't Rebecca work with NCIS characters?
"Come on, Neil, you'll learn what it's like to fire an employee."
Now Rebecca doesn't have goat cheese or McDonald's!
Rebecca pierced her ears, drove her pick-up like a lunatic!
Now Rebecca isn't greedy, but she does like things to eat.
If it doesn't stop raining, Rebecca's going to cry!
For the life of me, I cannot remember...

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Entries tagged with work drama

Why can't Rebecca work with NCIS characters?

"Come on, Neil, you'll learn what it's like to fire an employee."

Now Rebecca doesn't have goat cheese or McDonald's!

Rebecca pierced her ears, drove her pick-up like a lunatic!

Now Rebecca isn't greedy, but she does like things to eat.

If it doesn't stop raining, Rebecca's going to cry!

For the life of me, I cannot remember...