bitterdiva

"Incompetent, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life"

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t in a civil service position. That way all the injustices that I face weekly would be solved in a single phrase, “You’re fired!” Unfortunately I’m not Andy Richter, and I don’t control the Universe. I don’t even have control of what I do at work let alone urge someone to see my injustice of being shafted with the work of 3 people on days when an individual is out of the office – which mind you happens so frequently.

What do we do with an employee that is constantly late and constantly out of the office? Let’s switch things around and give their coworker more work and let’s allow the absentee worker to keep their job untouched. I did nothing wrong; I show up on time (relatively within the first 10 minutes) and although I take days off, it’s very rare that it’s more than one in a week. So why is it that when the hammer falls it is my self that gets further driven into the concrete wall of this corporation when the other is allowed to stick out and cut someone in the toe?

Today I’m working on a project. I’m relatively happy with my package of Nutter Butter Bites and my 20oz. of chocolate raspberry coffee. I’m updating the web site and I take a look at my clock, 8:30, the secretary hasn’t arrived at work yet. I sigh and think, she’s going to call in soon. Ten minutes later the phone rings, it’s her; she overslept and is on her way in. I had bet earlier that she was going to be out of the office this week for only a half day. Looks like I might actually be correct with my guess.

Once I finish up my project I spell check the damn thing. She had more spelling mistakes than Walt Flanigan’s dog. I agreed to allow her to take some of the work because it was the simplest thing to do. I just get so annoyed at the fact that I have to go back and go over all the work and correct all her mistakes. Now I know why I’m such a control freak when it comes to something I’ve been working on – I can’t trust anyone else.

I just enjoy the look on my upper coworkers' faces when I tell them that their secretary overslept and is on the way in. "By the way of where?" I could make so many insulting comments here: by the way of the bar; by the way going back to bed then getting up an hour later; by the way of screwing me over; by the way of waiting for the advil to kick in to cure the hangover.

I tend to be a bit of a partier. I enjoy blowing off steam on my nights off with my friends, but I am responsible enough to wake up on time and get to work. If you constantly oversleep because you drink your liver to mush, I think it's time to hang up the pilsner glasses. That or invest in an alarm clock that actually wakes you up.

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