so, the work thing is a little better. at least i’m interacting with co-workers and have a few that i’ll talk to regularly. most of them are noobs like me, but have been there a little longer. for over two months, i would spend 8 hours a day there and the only people i would speak to were the people who called, or the people i had to call. mutual feelings.
one of the people i talk to is a 30 year old guy who is married with three kids and a serious case of being in the closet. another is the capital g Gay who couldn’t imagine a closet to save his life. i bonded with a chick over hating the place. hate has the power to bring people together, but usually it’s like the KKK and stuff.
my old boss refused to give me my annual review, so i defaulted to a ‘3’, which means my pay raise in october will be a little lower. i knew he’d get his revenge somehow. so, yesterday on my lunch break when i knew he wasn’t there, i went to my former location and told them how we have four openings and they should all apply.
it ain’t war, but i’ll take what i can get.
the old austrian guy who sits across from me still drives me insane. everybody else is kind of mean to him, so i try to strike a nice balance by ignoring him completely. but pretty much everything about him makes me angry. the thing that makes me the angriest, though, is when he eats at his desk. and the motherfucker don’t know what a sandwich is, every goddamn thing he eats comes out of a glass bowl. and when he gets to the end, he takes his metal spoon and just tap-tap-taps and scrapes and gets every fucking drop. and i have to put my hands over my face and lean on the desk and imagine murder scenarios just to get by. knowing as much as i do about serial killers has been seriously therapeutic.