So we had our little monthly staff meeting today (always an exercise in pointlessness), and I got called out in it - by name. What was my earth-shattering offense, might you ask? Leaving a piece of paper out overnight on a board. That's it. That's my crime. We spent five whole minutes discussing why it's not a good idea to leave a piece of paper out overnight instead of slapping it into a book "where it belongs".
The issue that I have isn't the fact that I left said piece of paper out. I admit that it's something I shouldn't have done, granted, and I like to think that I learn from my mistakes. No, the issue that I have is that this bitch (yes, I said bitch, because she is one) saw fit to make an example of me in front of everyone we work with. I do not appreciate having my errors pointed out in full detail in front of a bunch of people. The correct way to handle this would have been simply to come to me, privately, and say, "Say, Carrie, you left this sheet of paper out overnight, would you mind double-checking to make sure you've got everything put up at the end of the night? Thanks, hon, I appreciate it." I would have busted my ass to make sure that it got done the right way. But now? Fuck her and the broomstick she rode in on - let's see if the bitch gets any help from ME the next time she's got eight or nine samples lined up in a row.
Yes, I know, I sound mad. It's because I AM mad, I don't like how this was done, it was backhanded and nasty. And trust me - if I'm mad enough at you, I may not say anything right away - but you're written about right here in this blog, I assure you. Just because a person isn't identified doesn't mean that they're not being talked about, heh, and when I get honestly angry, it's not pretty. Ask those who know me really, really well. I don't get mad easily... but when I do? I don't forgive it or forget it.
I'm not going to forget this, I can assure you. Like I said - it's only because of this, and I'll probably move on to something else later - but I won't forget what happened today, believe me on this count.
Also, I got a package today about charitable giving, etc. Something they just threw on my chair this morning before I came in. I didn't get a chance to sit down and look at it yet, but I picked it up and had a glance beforehand. So my coworkers on the night shift ask me if I'm going to make a contribution or whatever, and I was like, "I don't know", which is an honest answer - I don't know yet. Haven't had a chance to look. They go, "Well, I need my money so I'm not giving them a damn thing."
Fair enough. But you see, this kind of statement strikes me sort of the wrong way, I guess. I'm not the most altruistic person in the world, believe me, nor am I the most sympathetic - but charitable giving, I've always done. Why? Because at one time I was unlucky enough to not have a roof over my head, or food on the table. I remember the days where I had to really struggle to survive. Now? I've got food on the table, a roof over my head, a good job (for the most part) - who am I to deny someone else the help that they need? You know what I'm saying?
These are the same people that claim they 'need' their money so badly - yet they'll go out to eat on Thursdays, or they'll spend their 'needed' cash on drinks and snacks. Just giving up that one bottle of fruit punch every day, or skipping that meal out, that's enough to make some kind of a gesture. I mean, come on.
I fully intend to make a contribution somewhere, whether it's in the interest of combating depression (which is a personal motivation of mine, as I suffer badly from said condition), or helping someone else to eat. Doesn't mean that they have to - but come on, if you're not wanting to contribute or help... at least be honest about it and say you don't want to - don't make bullshit excuses like "I need all my money". Because everyone can skip the fucking Starbucks and shit once a day - it might help someone else out.
But then... this is a greedy society. I guess that's expecting too much, huh.
Rant over.
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