people suck

Yes, with a title like that you can be assured this entry will be full of self righteous passive aggressive ranting. Sorry to unload but if I can't do it on my "blog" where else is a good outlet? I'm certainly not going to inflict this tirade on anyone in "real life" because nobody can really help me.

To recap, I've been at my still new-ish "dream" job since February. For the record that is 8 weeks. In that 8 weeks I have received approximately one full day of training total. I've never shared my job title outright for purposes of confidentiality but I am a licensed professional so it isn't like I require oodles of training but I think more than a DAY total in 8 weeks for a job demanding the type of skill and discretion I need to exercise on a daily basis would not be unreasonable. I'm young, just starting out, and I appreciate guidance and wisdom from those generous enough to share it with me. Unfortunately it has been trial by fire and I'm forced to learn the hard way from every mistake I make.

Since I've started, 3 colleagues were promoted and moved to other divisions. Another was fired/quit. One supervisor is leaving soon. My original administrative assistant was also switched back to her previous position and I've had a new one roughly one week. In short, TONS of upheaval and high turnover. I'm now the "senior" person for my job function though a couple of the replacement people have more general experience than me. It is like the blind leading the blind. Needless to say, morale is very low.

If all that isn't bad enough, the "overlord" of the operation has been incredibly abusive towards everybody lately. It is finally to the point where I feel incredibly uncomfortable because I hate needless conflict. Part of me wants to voice my concerns about the behavior because I'm not used to witnessing (or enduring) such unfair treatment. On the other hand, I'm worried a confrontation would fan the flames of something that might cool off on its own given a little time. I don't think it is very ethical to relate to people with sarcasm, rudeness, etc. even if you are in a position of authority. Hello, basic human decency. I've been biting my tongue but it is getting harder and harder to stand silent.

I don't consider myself a spineless creature, I always try to do the right thing. But I'm not perfect, I'm only human, and my judgment has proven incorrect in the past (even when I felt really strongly about something, thought it through, etc.) I don't think it is worth it to let stressing over this affect my mental and physical health. I prefer to choose my battles wisely and I doubt it is smart to take on such a challenge. But I know what I can tolerate and it is becoming unbearable. ~sigh~

i feel dirty

I'm settling into the new house and making all sorts of discoveries.

Most of the places I've lived since I moved away from home to begin college were more than one story (i.e., townhouses). I was a little concerned one level would be claustrophobic but it isn't bad so far. It made hauling all our things in much easier than traipsing upstairs with boxes and furniture!

The previous owner pleasantly surprised us by leaving a variety of goodies behind, including a Swiffer WetJet. It turned out to be an awesome toy, incredibly useful because the whole house is tiled and it cleans more efficiently than a regular Swiffer mop. There was also a catered meal left in the freezer, which was a thoughtful gesture we have yet to fully enjoy but plan to take full advantage of when we have time to scour the oven to heat it up. Apparently the WetJet is not the only thing forgotten. I began to preheat the oven the other day only to return to the kitchen and see smoke pouring out of it. I actually couldn't tell where the smoke was coming from as the range had several items we were in the process of putting away stacked on top of it. We exchanged alarmed glances and frantically raced for the stovetop. Turns out the Easy-Off or whatever still coated the interior of the oven. We haven't perused the manual to determine how to run the self-clean cycle yet, so we've been cooking in the toaster oven or microwave or using the burners.

Speaking of clean, I adore the shower in 'my' bathroom. It is a lovely stall, perfect for a person who rarely indulges in bubble baths. The water pressure is so invigorating I actually eagerly anticipate showering and relish every minute I spend in there. BUT this evening I washed my hands at the sink and reached for a decorative towel hanging near the aforementioned shower stall to dry them. I felt a little tickle on my arm, then on my leg, and I looked down to view a ROACH crawling near my bare foot. I am now repulsed at the idea of going into my former haven. I can't erase the memory of the sensation of the bug touching my body, either. *shudder* My boyfriend correctly pointed out we live in a tropical climate and bugs are not uncommon, but that still makes it hard to rest easy tonight.

egads!

I'm a homeowner! I can't believe it. The closing was way more painless than I expected, though I was hungry as hell by the end of it and our Wells Fargo rep was ready to kill the title agent for taking so long. LoL. Everyone made the requisite jokes about "signing [sic] your life away" which should have gone without saying. LoL. /end sarcasm

Today is moving day, though I am going to my waxing appointment later this afternoon. I can't abandon routine maintainence! Plus an open weekday time slot is a rarity for me these days, unfortunately. I've already received two telephone calls from co-workers for unimportant matters, which makes me want to kill them. I mean, can't it wait until Monday? I wouldn't dream of calling anybody on their cell or at home on a legitimate day off unless it was an absolute unresolvable emergency. People need to get a life. Including myself. So I'll be off, and probably won't return until I am setup in my new computer room! :)

Have a good weekend!

sunday funday

Last week was just awful, for many reasons, most not worth mentioning in detail. I hate that most of my recent entries gripe about work because I am not a whiny person who hates her job. I don't even like whining, I prefer to take action if something is bothering me, though I'm not above some eloquent bitching every so often. :) Point is, I am relatively young and this is my first true foray into a career, and I'm still learning how to decompress and determine the best outlet for my frustrations. The move is looming and incredibly stressful. I found out someone I am close to might have cancer, which is horrible. My allergies have been out of control lately but that seems so minor in comparison to life-threatening illness. Too bad perspective often comes from such uncomfortable sources.

On a brighter note, this weekend was actually highly productive. I had my car serviced Friday afternoon, which was LONG overdue. No more worrying it is going to break down due to lack of oil! Saturday I enjoyed a lovely breakfast with my boyfriend at our favorite little hole in the wall (which I am sad to be moving away from soon, we'll have to visit it for sure!). Then I treated us both to medium sized flavored espresso from my favorite coffee venue (he not being a regular caffienated beverage drinker was appalled at the price). After that we began packing and organizing and accomplished a lot. We had yummy bbq for dinner which was the perfect end to the perfect day. This morning I woke up early and caught up on some paperwork, then attended a 2 hour yoga class. The class SUCKED because the teacher was more into showing off her moves than actually imparting some technique on her students but I still consider it a character building experience. I wanted wheatgrass afterwards but the juice place runs a special on Sundays "buy one smoothie, get one free" and hogs who probably already ate breakfast (which a smoothie is supposed to substitute, duh) queue up to order peanutbutterchocolatemightaswellbeamilkshake concotions so I skipped it because I knew I'd kill someone after witnessing the one woman Cirque de Soliel tryout. I came home and applied my frenzied energy into grooming myself. I did a mean mani-pedi if I do say so myself. I still rely on the pros but I like to maintain in between appointments. I'm about to go lay down and take a nap. If I can't fall asleep, I have new things to read, courtesy of my dad and Hearst publications. Whee!

incognito

Please tell me I'm not the only one who sets up so many online accounts it is impossible to keep track of them all. I am trying to get extra organized because I'm basically braindead by the end of the week plus I'm moving soon so I don't want any bills to get lost in the mail during that transition. So I attempted to pay my bills online. Now I can't remember which emails I set the accounts up with (I have a couple I use for spammier websites and one for normal use). I can't remember the user name and/or password for the ones that don't prompt you with an email address at sign on. I'm even questioning whether I actually did this for the first time last month or if it was all my imagination! It is ridiculous. And I don't like to use the same password for every account because I am uber-paranoid and fear that someone might hack into one account and then be able to access them all after cracking the one password. I guess I did too thorough a job of covering my tracks because now *I* can't even remember.

On an unrelated note, I am planning to unwind with a manicure and pedicure tomorrow evening. I'm going to try to leave work early (which probably won't happen) and just chill with a magazine. I should probably be packing or something but whatever.