Today was another fabulous day of sitting at my desk doing nothing. It’s bad enough that apparently I’m the outcast at work, but now we don’t actually have work to do. I have been as proactive as possible and have asked to help out another team, but that, like everything here, is “still being worked out.” In my ideal scenario, I would work remotely on a different client, one that has work to be done, and get to work from home. Many people tell me that working from home isn’t fun – but let me just say that working here ain’t that much fun either. Apologies for those of you who didn’t know there was more going on here than just rude people. We also have a software program that doesn’t work, and people constantly joke about us getting fired. I know it’s crazy, but I just don’t find it funny – not when it’s been going on since my first week here. Oh well.
On to something funny I forgot to report yesterday. And I should warn you that this isn’t my most PC entry.
This weekend I was walking Gracie in my parents’ neighborhood, and there’s a house where an Asian family lives. On this particular night, the old grandfather was out riding his bike. He saw Gracie and me and gave us a strange look. That reminded me about how the Chinese (and no, I have no idea if they’re actually Chinese) like to eat dogs. I started thinking two things: 1. he better not look at Gracie and think “free meal” and 2. does he think it’s odd that I’m walking my “dinner?” This of course led me to wonder if walking a dog to Chinese people is as strange as walking a chicken on a leash would be to Americans. Then my imagination really took off and I wondered if Gracie ever ran away and this man, who was still staring at us, found Gracie, would he eat her…Needless to say I distracted myself rather quickly.
Back to this morning we had another fun “snub Jen” day. Disgruntled Girl (Megan, b/c I no longer care about her identity) suggested to Foreign Girl (Her name is Gaby but I’m going to call her Princess b/c she’s such a high maintenance fruit cake) that “we” (meaning the lunch gang) should go out to lunch today. Princess said she couldn’t b/c she had a doctor’s appt – no lie, for a tummy ache she got after having a milkshake yesterday. I said, that I could go! And then Megan said, “Oh, I should probably eat the sandwich I brought.” Wow. It’s fun here.
Both Leah and Steph say I shouldn’t care what these girls do, and in theory I don’t. It just continues to amaze me at their blatant rudeness. My mgr came over later and asked Princess if I’d given her the update of what was going on (she’d been in Mexico for a few days). She sort of mumbled that I had, I just kind of nodded. What I really wanted to say was “No. Why the f- would I talk to her?” Oh well, I’ll just click my heels and repeat “maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home, maybe I can work from home” and hope something happens.
And now, my friends, I shall take my cranky pants and go spread joy to others!
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