Thank god it's this day of the week. As far as I'm concerned this is the only saving grace.
*marmy *unt has been living up to his name the last two days. Being civil to him takes up most of my will power. In his head he is king of the world and we are all his lowly servants, just dying to be mocked by him. I'm not sure if he's actually aware of the way he comes across, but considering I never actually want to find out how his sick mind works, I will have to remain puzzled.
This week has been an absolute horror. I had intended to put words down sooner but each time I started a feeling of doom would overcome me and squash my need to express myself.
Teared up at work today. Lucky that Michael Jackson carked it today and I could tell people I was just mourning the loss of such a fine human being.
In actual fact I was mourning the loss of my belief in the fairness of this place, along with part of my work ethic.
Why should I if they won't?
Basically the world is invited to bite me.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Monday 22 June 2009
Transition from sleep to wake has left me angry as nightmares linger like a thick fog surrounding my mind. Enemy soldiers on some sort of covert mission to ready destroy my recent spate of sanity perhaps…..
Napoleon spent the better part of the morning attending to 'personal' business on the phone, which would be all well and good if his voice did not penetrate your brain like a jackhammer. Think Chumpy was ready to kill and destroy, not that I blame him.
Managed to do some actual work today which soothes my ethical urges but appears to have made my head ache.
I feel a shiver down my back, and sure enough when I look up Milk Thief is sliming his way down the corridor. The nightmares might be bleeding into reality.
Napoleon spent the better part of the morning attending to 'personal' business on the phone, which would be all well and good if his voice did not penetrate your brain like a jackhammer. Think Chumpy was ready to kill and destroy, not that I blame him.
Managed to do some actual work today which soothes my ethical urges but appears to have made my head ache.
I feel a shiver down my back, and sure enough when I look up Milk Thief is sliming his way down the corridor. The nightmares might be bleeding into reality.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday 18 June 2009
It smells like bourbon and faeces outside. My pleasant walk outside was supposed to be refreshing, instead it just made me think of Mooseheads.
An old woman that I must communicate with on a regular basis in order to do my job is infringing on my patience. Let us call her Leatherface.
Leatherface is a bitter old bitty who appears to add no value to the human race. The Great Leader once called her a 'glorified mail box' and I believe this to be a succinct and accurate description. If you do not suffer fools lightly this woman would cause you excruciating pain.
Chumpy is away sick, the poor love. Serves him right for making out with football players. I warned him of the consequences of such actions.
An old woman that I must communicate with on a regular basis in order to do my job is infringing on my patience. Let us call her Leatherface.
Leatherface is a bitter old bitty who appears to add no value to the human race. The Great Leader once called her a 'glorified mail box' and I believe this to be a succinct and accurate description. If you do not suffer fools lightly this woman would cause you excruciating pain.
Chumpy is away sick, the poor love. Serves him right for making out with football players. I warned him of the consequences of such actions.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday 17 June 2009
Today has been banally pleasant, like slowly drowning in a giant tub of warm honey.
My PC is behaving like a massive prostitute and Dragon Lady will not stop sniffing around the Great Leader, like the hungry hungry dog she is. Old chewy mutton wishin' and a hopin' it was lamb.
That will be me one day soon………………..
My PC is behaving like a massive prostitute and Dragon Lady will not stop sniffing around the Great Leader, like the hungry hungry dog she is. Old chewy mutton wishin' and a hopin' it was lamb.
That will be me one day soon………………..
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday 12 June 2009
Think I’m starting to decompose.
Moths have started circling our desks. It is the plague of boredom, the first sign of Armageddon. Bring on the hell fire and four horsemen.
Moths have started circling our desks. It is the plague of boredom, the first sign of Armageddon. Bring on the hell fire and four horsemen.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday 11 June 2009
So dead in here today, feels like there should be flies buzzing around our corpses.
Some humorless prude insists on removing my, obviously superior, hygiene instruction posters from the toilets. If my senses were not so dulled by the monotonous pace of the salt mines I might be outraged. It’s just one of those days today where being alive and dead are separated by an almost inexistent thread.
Wake me up when the world starts spinning again.
Some humorless prude insists on removing my, obviously superior, hygiene instruction posters from the toilets. If my senses were not so dulled by the monotonous pace of the salt mines I might be outraged. It’s just one of those days today where being alive and dead are separated by an almost inexistent thread.
Wake me up when the world starts spinning again.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Wednesday 10 June 2009
So apparently my work place does not trust us to up keep our personal hygiene up to par with normal human levels. It's all well and good that there's a supposed swine flu pandemic but if this has made us forget how to wash our hands God help us all.
If 'How to wipe' instructions appear on the inside of the cubicle doors I'm packing up my belongings and joining the unemployment line.
I made my own sign and have displayed it alongside the 'official' one in the bathrooms. I think mine is a lot more helpful, in the long run anyway:
Wednesday 10 June 2009
Oxygen Thief returned from the land of spitting on the floor in restaurants. Luckily I have managed to avoid being engaged in conversation thus far.
Apparently the height of fashion in this not so far away land consists of dowdy dresses made out of some form of shiny pumpkin.
Apparently the height of fashion in this not so far away land consists of dowdy dresses made out of some form of shiny pumpkin.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Tuesday 9 June 2009
Why do so many men insist on wearing white socks with snooty dress shoes to work? The white socks not only cancel out any half decent fashion decisions but also make them look like they are stuck in some sort of 90's time warp, not to mention offending my sense of a harmonious aesthetic in my work environment.
Another branch meeting today with *marmy *unt at his annoying best. Most things out of his mouth are better left unsaid.
Suppose this is a good time to introduce *marmy *unt:
Close your eyes and imagine: the dullest, yet very fertile, female you have ever met has just died. Her body is kept under specific conditions allowing for artificial insemination to take place. The seed of a deplorable man (I imagine someone like Nick Xenophon) is then implanted and somehow matures.
After the 9 month human gestation period the pregnant corpse is struck by lightning, *marmy *unt enters the world.
Another branch meeting today with *marmy *unt at his annoying best. Most things out of his mouth are better left unsaid.
Suppose this is a good time to introduce *marmy *unt:
Close your eyes and imagine: the dullest, yet very fertile, female you have ever met has just died. Her body is kept under specific conditions allowing for artificial insemination to take place. The seed of a deplorable man (I imagine someone like Nick Xenophon) is then implanted and somehow matures.
After the 9 month human gestation period the pregnant corpse is struck by lightning, *marmy *unt enters the world.
Tuesday 9 June 2009
(*note the name change - "Journal of workplace harassment" was becoming too controversial a name when spied by those I do not intend to read my musings. Let us call this a tactical re-name)
NRL is the death of us all. Making out with footballers will give you swine flu like symptoms, leaving you isolated and suffering in bed. Yet the shame is the worst thing of all. I blame specific loneliness.
Have you missed me?
Someone referred to me as 'A woman I work with ' in their blog. It makes me feel old and really sad for some reason. I wish I was more than that.
I stray from the expected topic of workplace hate anecdotes today, this might become a re-occurring thing. Being socially isolated in bed for a week can do strange things to a person.
Have read too many things on my computer screen today that have made my heart race. I'm worried about what might become of this fragile organ of mine. You must know who you are, to scare me this way. But then again you might not even be aware. So wrapped up in yourself and the places only you go. How hard can it be to let someone walk beside you? We all fall down occasionally.
NRL is the death of us all. Making out with footballers will give you swine flu like symptoms, leaving you isolated and suffering in bed. Yet the shame is the worst thing of all. I blame specific loneliness.
Have you missed me?
Someone referred to me as 'A woman I work with ' in their blog. It makes me feel old and really sad for some reason. I wish I was more than that.
I stray from the expected topic of workplace hate anecdotes today, this might become a re-occurring thing. Being socially isolated in bed for a week can do strange things to a person.
Have read too many things on my computer screen today that have made my heart race. I'm worried about what might become of this fragile organ of mine. You must know who you are, to scare me this way. But then again you might not even be aware. So wrapped up in yourself and the places only you go. How hard can it be to let someone walk beside you? We all fall down occasionally.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Tuesday 2 June 2009
Chumpy just threatened to run me down with his car while I'm walking home.
I might have told him I would lick his phone and give him the swine flu AIDS, but for now that's just hearsay.
Dragon Lady is trying to figure out how to do her job. Asking the Pent Up Postal might not be the best idea. As usually happens here the blind continue to lead the blind.
I might have told him I would lick his phone and give him the swine flu AIDS, but for now that's just hearsay.
Dragon Lady is trying to figure out how to do her job. Asking the Pent Up Postal might not be the best idea. As usually happens here the blind continue to lead the blind.
Tuesday 2 June 2009
I have contracted some form of lurgy. Since there has been an unnecessary panic already created for me I will just call it swine flu. Guess I'll have to stop licking those pigs that my Mexican husband keeps sending over as tokens of his undying love.
The sewer shower problem still lingers within the walls of this fine organisation. Maybe we should go on strike.
Overheard Napoleon have a work related conversation and he actually sounded pseudo knowledgeable. This has made me believe that I have in fact been transported to some alternate universe where everything is wrong and can never be right.
Dragon Lady is making attempts to feign being a decent human being. It's made me feel dirty and violated.
If I vomit on my keyboard they might send me home and this will all be over for one more day.
Come back my sanity crutch.
The sewer shower problem still lingers within the walls of this fine organisation. Maybe we should go on strike.
Overheard Napoleon have a work related conversation and he actually sounded pseudo knowledgeable. This has made me believe that I have in fact been transported to some alternate universe where everything is wrong and can never be right.
Dragon Lady is making attempts to feign being a decent human being. It's made me feel dirty and violated.
If I vomit on my keyboard they might send me home and this will all be over for one more day.
Come back my sanity crutch.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Monday 1 June 2009
Monday is always a delight, today especially.
Personal musings are keeping me teared up. Plus the Dragon Lady has entered our branch today. She's already grinding and it's only the first day.
Also it seems I might have to shower with sewerage at work tomorrow. The competence of the Facilities manager is forever in question.
Excuse my lack of wit and rage today, the pending tears have taken it away.
Personal musings are keeping me teared up. Plus the Dragon Lady has entered our branch today. She's already grinding and it's only the first day.
Also it seems I might have to shower with sewerage at work tomorrow. The competence of the Facilities manager is forever in question.
Excuse my lack of wit and rage today, the pending tears have taken it away.
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