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.

Time and Weather

There he goes, Father Time, marching along. He goes quickly if you don’t pay attention.

I breezed through my anniversary of moving to the Dominican and my second year home-aversary for my Chancie, so I thought I better do a blog for both sites.

I started a writing job online almost three months ago now. While I like it, it’s mostly easy and actually rather boring. Which is perfect. But I have been neglecting my own writing.

June 10th marked Chancie’s second year living with us. I can’t imagine him not being here, although Jango doesn’t always agree.

Chancie, dreaming of fishes

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The 16th of June marked my fourth year since arriving here. So many miles between my old life I never expected.

Jango, enjoying a bask.

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There were wine and tuna for both occasions. I don’t partake in the tuna, they do not care for wine.

I’ve actually lost several friends, but on consideration, I don’t blame them. I understand what it’s like to be envious.

After the first few months, I tried to be very conscious of not being a brat about it all. It doesn’t seem to matter. Like, if I posted something today about the heat, which was 38 heat index by 10:30, people jump down my throat about it.

“Well, you moved there, you can’t complain”. The same people freak out at me in the winter, when they post things about how cold it is, for some reason that’s okay. If I counter with a picture of my January, which is hot, then I’m boasting or rubbing their noses in it.

I can’t say, ‘well, you decided to live there’ because then I’m an asshole. So I just shut up. I had a really rough few months here, and for some reason living in ‘paradise’ has no downside. Even when you can’t work, can’t buy food, can’t get your power turned back on and don’t know anyone.

For some reason, I stopped mattering.

I’m really happy I’m here and am okay with the culling of the herd. I guess I didn’t need them after all.

Fuck them. I have a job now that I’m really happy with it.

The cats are both well, thank you for asking.

Till next time.

I’ve included some pictures for you.

This was my walk today for cat supplies. Mango season!

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