Just My Work Rant

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It’s been five months at my new job and I still have it! My average was always about three. I’m saved because I don’t share office space with them. Man, oh, man, would that suck!

Our office is Facebook. As most of my co-workers seem to be 20-40, they love to share on Facebook. Mostly, they love to brag, kiss-up or cry. 

Cry because someone was mean to them. And by mean, I mean corrected them. So desperate for us to pat them on the back and kiss their boo-boos. 

The bragging, as far as I can tell, is the need for more pats on the back for doing their job. ‘I just wrote an article!’ Jezuz wept. 

The kissing-up drives me nuts most of all. ‘Just a shout-out to the great quality control team, you’re all so wonderful… *insert ass-kissing noises*’  

I’ve been getting really pissed off with one of the QC people. She’s not on Facebook, or at least, not on the page. I imagine her as her worst. She sends my stiff back all the time with suggestions. 

Initially, I would do it but then I started to realize she was likely just trying to get her numbers up. There are monetary awards for highest producing on each team.

She also has no idea how to politely give a critique. I have, in fact, been considering filing a complaint about her. She has been downright rude and hurtful to me, and I’m not exactly thin-skinned. We hate her. 

Last Sunday, after a very slow week, she sent back one of my articles with one of her asshole suggestions. I returned the article with a comment, ‘No Thank You.’  Get. This. She fucking complained about me!

Well! That got me fired up. I thanked them for the information and then sent a blast right back, with all the crap she’s been pulling over the past few months. Ha! In your fat Iowa face! (I have no idea where she is from. I’m sure she’s a lovely girl with people who love her.) (Not the point)

All the comments we make are stored, so the content manager went through them and got back to me later. She actually apologized to me and said her and the head content guy would be addressing it, as her language was in fact, inappropriate. Ha! Take that, you insipid cow!

Usually, her comments would suggest she lives a very sheltered life, likely safe in the arms of Jesus. Good for her, but not on my work, you don’t. 

I wanted to go to their little Facebook ass-kissing party with a few home truths but refrained. It’s enough she’s probably crying int a pint of ice cream. Well, so what? She made me drink.

I make it a point to avoid the page and yes, I could just leave but it’s our communication system.   I took it off my newsfeed and only check it for updates, but it is mostly a sea of selfies, pictures of where they are writing from (brag) self-congratulations and crying because someone called their work shit. (I’ve seen some, it is)

I don’t usually last long reading the comments and posts. As soon as I see one of the aforementioned offenders, I’m out. Usually with an ‘Oh, Shut Up” or ‘Oh, Fuck Off, Already” Then I go back to my regularly scheduled life.

Overall, I love the job. They hired a bunch of new writers, perhaps expecting a lot more work, maybe clearing off some of the less productive ones.  I can’t go to the Facebook page and say what I really want, so I’ll do it here. As long as I can make a living without getting fired for telling some twat in Iowa to get fucked, we’re fine.

Olds

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I recently joined Twitter. I put it off as long as I could, but I don’t have much for a news source except Facebook, and well, you know. Twitter isn’t much better, mostly I keep waiting to see the post about Trump going to jail, impeached, shot, what-evs. I can’t say I like it all that much, it’s a bit surreal, to be honest, what with having first hand access to celebrities, kind of takes the sting out it all… but more about that at a later date.

The one thing I do like about it, there isn’t a lot of tolerance for shit-talking in the comments. Commenting on actions, policies, that’s fine but to just call someone fat or ugly is a cheap, easy hit and it’s not tolerated. I applaud that. Someone made a comment about KellyAnne Conway’s looks, called her ugly and the commenter was tackled pretty promptly and thoroughly. Good. A friend of mine puts a birthday wish for friends and famous alike on his Facebook everyday, it’s great, and one day one of his friends referred to a birthday recipient as ‘ugly’. I made a comment about it and was immediately blocked. Again, what-evs.

Fine for you, to sit in your house without mirrors in your cloud of breath-taking beauty and not raising kids to be decent human beings to go about calling people ugly. First of all, it’s not up to you, asshole. Up to a certain point, we can’t help what we look like and while I may not be your cup of tea, I am still loved and beautiful in someone’s eyes. So is everyone. So fuck off with that.

But it’s the commenting on stuff I wanted to address. It drives us all nuts, I had to take off the CBC and Toronto Star Facebook page because the comments people make were so horrible.

Another friend of mine made a comment after the Women’s March about how some men still didn’t get it. I made a flip comment about it, always trying to go for the laugh, the comment was “Boys are dumb and they smell” Fine. I’m 55 so clearly trying to use the voice of a six year old. This comment was fine for everyone. Everyone except her new daughter-in-law. She kept coming back to it, trying to make something out of that wasn’t there. That’s these Millennia’s for you. No one was upset by the comment except her. And she was like a pit bull on a toddler about it. I don’t know her from Suzy Q, and frankly could care less.

She kept trying to make that the comment was about her husband, whom I have never met and therefore can not comment to his intellectual prowess nor can I comment as to his malodorous misgivings. She’s in the house, not me.    When it became apparent no one was going to back her, she parted with a comment calling us OLD, like this was an insult. Ummm…. Derrrrr.

She’s young, beautiful with a new husband and new baby. I can’t say what her motivation was, and to be fair,  couldn’t give two tiny shits. But hear this. As a young wife and mother you better hope to fuck you make it to be this ‘OLD’. In most cultures, old is revered, respected, honoured. With age comes, wisdom, intelligence, beauty, refinement, betterment.

The phrase Aging Ain’t for Sissies is very true. Age shaming is like fat shaming or Ugly shaming and has no part in a society where young people take their own lives rather than face harassment, so be mindful of your asshole comments.

You know not whereof  you speak, fuckface.

Hanging Up!

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Had it happen? Someone blocked you off their Facebook page? Maybe you had to block some twat who was being a, well, twat? It’s my generation’s answer to slamming down the phone. Fuck, that was always so satisfying!

About a month ago, a good friend of mine blocked me. She’s relatively new to Facebook, well, internet, really, so like all of us Olds, she has a lot of pent up anger to vent. Oh, the discovery of disagreeing with someone who is miles, countries away, getting all angry and shit and then just losing it and calling them a stupid cunt or something! Woof! That’s good.

 

So, about a month ago, she was on Facebook, shitting all over stuff she had no business shitting on. It’s about 5 am here, so about 1 am for her in Alberta. She went on to one of my friend’s page and starting in, and I called her on it. I wasn’t nice, but not as mean as I could have been. I was just fed up. I can do that. We’re friends.

We’ve been friends for a long time. A. Long. Time. We started hanging out when I turned Bar Age, which was 18 in Alberta. I turned 18 in 1979. That’s right, my Lovelies. I’ve been hammered for almost 40 years.

But she blocked me. How disposable we are, with a click of a button we cease to exist.  In my days of slamming down the phone, or having one slammed in my ear, we all lived in the same town and it was almost impossible to avoid each other. We had all the same friends.  We have fallen out before. Many time, actually. I assume she’ll come around. Maybe not.

Perhaps it’s all just run it’s course. I hope not. I haven’t lived in the same town as her since about 1986 but we always kept in touch. Always. maybe she’ll think fondly of me. Maybe she has enough friends already.

In this disposable society, I hope I’m at least recyclable.

Like, Not.

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Sometime, or a lot, I wake up early and if it seems I can’t get to sleep, I inevitably grab my phone and start scrolling Facebook, email, my daily puzzles. Applications, so they call them.

The Facebook lately has been getting on my last nerve. It sounds like this:

Oh, shut up

You did not!

Another selfie, Christ on a cracker

Oh, your food, again. *Hide post* *See less*

Fuck off!

Ooh, a celebrity died!

Aw, kittens! *like*

Not another one! Get a life!

Shut it! *Hide post* *See less*

Fishing trip much? *don’t like to make a point*

Booorrrriiinnngggg!

Thought I unfriended you… *unfriend*

You only put that up for the compliments.

Right, you are the only one who had someone die. It’s been six years, moving on. Hide post. See waaay less.

Recipe. *watch video*

Bragging about a Facebook quiz. *fuck sakes*

Looks at “On This Day”

Looks for birthday’s.

Sees horrendous post of injured animal. *Unfriend*

Like fuck you did! *Hide post* * See less*

Wow, a picture of you in the mirror with your phone. So. Lame.

Meme: this is so me! *It would be if you actually thought it up first, not just shared some meme that 4.5k people have shared and all claimed it to be ‘me’. *hide post* *see waaayyy less*

*Posts birthday card on friend’s wall* *freaks out when people piggy back on said card to express their birthday wishes*.

Debates losing half of Facebook ‘friends’

Has Coffee.