A Rant.

Hello from the Disney Hippy!

I'm going to forgo my usual somewhat Disney related post today to go on a bit of a rant.

I work in an office of 9 women and 1 man. 4 of us (all women) are employees, while the others are temporary employees. Now, these temporary employees play a MAJOR role in the success of our office. They have an incredibly hard job, one that I know I could never do, and most of them do it very well with little complaining. Others, not so much. Today I had to tell them that they would not be able to leave early (a nasty habit they've picked up somewhere along the way) and would need to stay and continue to work. Apparently, this made me a bitch.

This is where I get pissed. I work really hard. I put up with a LOT of shit- just like everyone else. I love my job, but it stresses me out sometimes to the point of literally giving me ulcers. But I go, I try not to complain, and I think I do a damn good job.

I don't try to make anyone's life any harder. To be honest I have much more important things to do than to sit around and plot ways to make anyone else feel bad about themselves. Apparently though, this sentiment is not shared by some of the "temps". As I was relaying the message that no one was to leave early, 2 of the them apparently felt as if I was "attacking" them. You've got to be effing kidding me.

Luckily, my co-workers also happen to be good friends of mine and know me better than that. But you know what? I'm pissed. You're adults. You're BOTH older than me- in fact, you're old enough to be my mother. How is it that I can act more maturely than you!? If you're THAT upset that you're not able to come and go as you please, than perhaps you're not cut out to have a full time job. There are plenty of other qualified  people out there who would be incredibly happy to HAVE  job right now and who wouldn't take advantage of the kindness of others.

And yet, this sort of is my fault.

I have a problem. I always have. I am a Grade A Pushover. I'm incredibly naive and instead of saying something to someone once they do or say something to hurt or offend me, I shut up, keep my head down and do everything possible not to make waves. I've had this problem in each and every job I've ever had, and it always comes back to bite me in the ass. I NEED to grow a spine. So, there are times when I need to be firm. Not rude, or condescending, but firm. These are times when people ask me if I'm grumpy that day or what's wrong with me. Nothing is effing wrong with me! I'm giving a firm answer to the question you've asked and I'm not letting you push me around on it. Why does that make me mean!?

So, there it is. I know I'm not perfect and I would never claim to be. But you know what? I'm a good person, damnit. I am constantly putting other people before myself, and I honestly don't think I could verbally (and never physically) attack someone unless my life, or the life of someone I love depended on it. I'm an incredibly hard worker and I'm entitled to be firm or even have an opinion on something every now and then. I go to work every day ton put up with petty B.S. even when my legs are in excruciating pain. I put on my smile and continue to have a sunny outlook even when the adults I work with want to start drama and stomp their feet when they don't get their way.

Know what I say? Put on your big girl panties and shut the hell up.

Well I don't know about you, but I feel a little better. :) I'm sorry you had to see that.

I think we could use a palette cleanser right about now...



Have a magical evening everyone- and remember- don't be a douche!