While I was drinking with my Aunt Lani on vacation, a certain phrase would pop into my mind incessantly. I think I said it so many times, she must have wanted to tape my mouth shut. Brace yourself. "Hey Bob, we're hot for you. Love, PopTarts." Isn't that weird? The only poptarts I like are cold blueberry ones with the icing and multi-colored sprinkles. The chocolate ones are alright, too.
Lately, my diet thing has been doing weird things to me....I'm starting to crave vast amounts of protien. I seriously had to stop myself from just grilling up a steak yesterday and eating it. I think the problem stems from the fact that, according to weight watchers, a serving of meat should be the size and thickness of a deck of cards. I am carnivorous by nature, so all these vegetables I've been eating lately really just don't do it for me.
Yesterday was rather impressive in terms of hits to my site....see, just when I'd scared off all but the core fans of this site, a fresh tide of them floods in. God, but some people are masochists. Don't worry, it'll be back down to thirteen or so hits a day in no time. I'm too abrasive to get any more on a regular basis, and I don't do the IRC/whatever chat thing.
Oddly enough, his Lord High Roachiness has linked to my site. As insultingly as possible, of course. That's alright. I think the link page is the most recent thing he's done to his site, anyway. We just won't discuss how much his color scheme hurts my eyes.
He IM'ed me a couple nights ago, demanding to know why my screen name was on his buddy list again. That's right, folks. I have nothing better to do with my free time than break into his account for the sole purpose of putting my screen name onto his buddy list after he'd removed it. Why would I want to do that? It might encourage him to contact me. So, I politely told him I had no idea what he was talking about, and that was it.
Right now, Alex is gone again....exploratory colon surgery or something. I think they're going to shine a big ‘ol flashlight up there to make sure there's not barbie dolls or anything. Either that or it's the CAT scan/sonogram/breathalyzer test that he's been claiming is due.....I'm honestly beginning to think he makes this stuff up. That's what the rest of the office has been telling me, anyway.
Alex is due back in the office at 11:00 this morning. So is Claire. Both our supervisors are out, so they've decided to capitalize on this. I'm really starting to dislike both of them. So, I'm stuck here at my desk, unable to get up and walk around, typing up my entry.
(1.05 pm)Well, Alex came in at 11:30, and immediately asked me if I had plans to go to lunch at 12:00. When I told him I did (my usual, which consists of sitting on the roof while I smoke and read), he asked me if I could put off going to lunch until 1:00. I don't think so. Not after I'd been the only person up front all morning, answering the phones and running around.
See, this is the sort of thing that happens when our supervisor(s) are on vacation. Alex starts acting like an asshole, and trying to take advantage of me. You know what? Screw him, screw his seniority, and screw whatever medical problems he may or may not have. None of it makes up for the fact that he's a jerk.
I mean, it's not asking too much to treat your coworkers like they're people, is it?
Just to keep the record straight, I am never unkind to Alex. I am always agreeable, pleasant, and I go out of my way not to make his job harder. He never accords me the same courtesy. Just now, he's decided to give me "punishment duty". He dropped every single damned application we recieved on my desk to process. I want everyone to know that I deeply appreciate having more work added to my stack.
One of the things I've learned in my short twenty years is that the more you dislike someone, the more polite you should be to them. Opening up the antagonism doesn't do anyone any good, and who knows? They might surprise you and turn out to be decent folks. Besides, by not letting them know you actively hate them, you cover your ass if you ever decide to retaliate against the shit they pull on you. They'll never suspect you, or, if they do, they'll never be able to get hard evidence. Or, if you decide to report them to your boss (as in my case), you have an iron-hard case against them, and they'll be taken completely by surprise.
That's unkind, and I know it is. It's also a survival skill.