bitterdiva

So that's why I'm so bitchy at work

Typically I post a long monologue about some injustice or some factor that really gets me all confussled. Today, I'm doing something a little bit different.

Everyday I wake up and I go to work (sans weekends of course) and everyday I get so frustrated and so angry that I just want to stick my letter opener into the heart of every person that bothers me. This of course includes the phone which I want to rip out of the wall and throw it at the windows.

Some of my problems may lie in the fact that I work in a sick office building. The guy who sits on the other partition of me told me about the article on MSN's website. The building I work in is brand new, it was finally completed in June and we moved in here in July. So what's the deal with the building and why am I so bitchy? I'll focus on the aspects of the building and not the people I work with - I could go on for hours with that topic.

I sit at my desk in front of my monitor, with the cold winter air blowing on me since it's a naturally ventilated system. Then I turn on my heater because I am freezing, then I get hot, shut off the heater and I'm cold again. In the summer the hot humid air blows on me but thankfully also there's air conditioning. Also, in the winter we're surrounded by residence buildings so some person in an attempt to heat their home with a fireplace burns wood which gets sucked up by the natural ventilation system and my eyes burn and tear.

Noise levels? You want to talk about noise, I sit across from the copier room. If the dolts don't shut the door I get the wonderful low frequency drumming of the copier in my head and I inevitably become deaf. I can't even hear my speakers which are playing at an optimum level so that my coworkers aren't forced to listen to my music. Then the pounding headache starts and I just get bitchier and bitchier by the moment only to start yelling at my computer screen. One of these days I'm going to snap and cut the power to that damn machine.

The third aspect of the article is dust. I have more dust on my desk from some unknown source that I think there's a kitten sleeping behind my computer and my printer. I know that dust is typically dead skin particles or other particles from the human body. I understand that. My dust isn't human particles though, it's little blue fuzzy things that collect and build up around me. My description of it is that there's some giant sitting in the basement of the building wearing a chenile sweater and allowing the little fuzzies to be sucked up and displaced all over my desk.

I like my job, it's decent pay and excellent benefits, but the fucking building I work in completely sucks for being a state-of-the-art one. I do enjoy the number of people that walk by my desk and trip and stumble down the walkway. These trippings are caused by the gremlins that hide in the in-between places and are so quick that no one sees them place their tiny leg out for you to stumble upon. They make this job enjoyable, I just wish they would stop doing it to me, I'm on their side.

09:17 AM

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