define Hate

My personal definition of hate is simple, straightforward, and I think, to the point. I define hate as MY JOB. My job equals buckets and buckets of hate. I wake up every morning praying that I am sick, or the weather is too bad for me get there, or hell some days I even weigh the pros and cons of just calling in and quitting. Yes I hate my job that much.

The only saving grace is that I really do like most of the people who work in my office. Except for my 2 coworkers, who will be refer to as K and C, now K is my supervisor and C is my coworker. Honestly, C is pretty damn cool she’s been through a lot in her life and I understand she has a hard time occasionally. BUT this does not mean you have to run and tell our boss everything that anyone tells you. Yep. She’s a tattle tale, and no one likes a tattle tale. Unfortunately she’s the least of my worries. Now K is the big problem. She’s sneaky. Acts like she’s your best friend, but you know how it really is….

Here’s an example. This morning I walk in and after some typical morning banter she asks me if I remember emailing the rest of the staff about this event I put in the system for Friday. Now if I did put this event in it was back in September, so of course I don’t remember, but I do usual email people when a large, overnight event is planned. Apparently I didn’t and our night operations staff didn’t get schedule anyone to be here Friday night. So I check the event to see when I entered it so I can then check my emails to see if I did indeed email it and what do I find…there in the lower left hand corner. CREATED BY: K 10/18/07…..what’s this? OH I didn’t even enter it. Yep and I get blamed. I ALWAYS GET BLAMED. When I showed her that I did not in fact even enter the event it’s still MY fault. SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS PLACE!

Offer me a job as long as it has benefits and I make enough to live on I’m there. HELP ME.