Nobody Likes a Whiner

I know this is true. What I don’t understand is why it is acceptable for everyone else to camp out and bitch for an hour or so at a time – minus me – and when I have something legitimate to complain about, I get shushed?

We are all fed up with the bullshit going on here at Corporate USA…or what used to be Corporate. The “merger” (read: hostile takeover) is still going on, and you would think that we had had a blizzard come through here with the amount of salt being poured in this office. I get the passive aggressive darts being thrown at me, but look bitches, I’m not here “forever”. Even if I was, I would still be looking for a way out. This place is oppressive. UGH.

I try to stay out of the fray, but the more I back up, the more they try to suck me in. So, when I do come out swinging, please for the love of God and all that is holy, DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN OR HUSH!!!

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about Tonya. It’s not that big of a deal!”  Okay, so let me get this straight: it’s not that big of deal that my new boss talks to me like I’m 7 instead of 47, and I make a comment in reference to that out loud, but when you guys get the slightest whiff of someone talking down to you, you have the right to go full on a ‘batshit’ crazy rampage and camp out in an office for an HOUR doing nothing but bitching and speculating? Okay that’s what I thought. Glad I got that straight – good talk. Oh and by the way, be sure to watch my ass walk right on out of here at the stroke of 5pm because I like to have a life outside of here.

It’s like this every.single.day.   Every day, it’s the “Us vs Them” mentality – the “they think we are so stupid, well…THEY’RE stupid!” schoolyard whining. It’s so old, and like I said, I try to stay out of it.

“Well I didn’t get a new computer! Guess that’s only for people who are staying here.” “I can’t access the G/H/I/J drive…hmm guess I am out the door sooner than I thought!” “This is so stupid! How stupid do they think we are? Oh well, once June gets here I won’t have to worry – not my monkeys, not my circus!” 

No wonder I had to reach into my Mary Poppins bag and pull out a Valium. I just wish there was a punching bag at the gym…I know exactly what would be my motivation for that as well!