Sticky Beak
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The Skinny
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...life in small Northern towns, working for assholes, boys who refuse to become men, synthetic personalities, anorexic models and their link to emotional scarring, bad marijuana trips, crazies on BC Transit, beer, piece of shit cars, living out of a suitcase paycheck to paycheck, unrequited love, Seinfeld, minimum-wage jobs, broken New Year�s resolutions, and over-limit Visa accounts.
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Learning (and monkeys) sucks. 2AM... the usual hour for blog entries, it seems... WTF?! I was thrust out of slumber when my lovely hereditary hiatal hernia (3 H's...) pushed acid into my throat causing me to nearly vomit... thankfully I was lying on my side or I would have aspirated and still be coughing and nursing a very sore throat. Nice, eh? Yeah... and I'm out of antacid, so here I sit once again, just me and the laptop in the wee hours of the morning. Bugga. Had my first union grievance experience today. An employee in the building - not even one of the monkeys!!! - filed a grievance against me for harassment and bullying. Basically, she indicated that I was "being mean" to her. Yyyyeeeeeaaaahhhhh..... I found out about this on Monday at 8:30AM (first minute back from vacation), and had the actual "interview" with HR yesterday afternoon. The grievance has been withdrawn. DAMN STRAIGHT! I feel like I deserve some kind of reparation for having to go through the whole process. It's a "guilty til proven innocent (or charges are dropped)" kind of scenario, and I'm really pissed that I had all of these accusations thrown at me, that HR and the union come and sit me down for a chat, and at the end of the day I really had no opportunity for vindication. I'm pissed! I had my defense completely prepared, and I never got to voice it. I was robbed of a voice in this whole fiasco. Meanwhile, it seems people are allowed to willy-nilly muddy another's name with whatever accusations they can drum up without having to face any consequences. There's justice for you. Another prediction from the medium/psychic that's come to fruition... iiinnnntereeesssttiinnnggg.... I'm a C-hair away from throwing it allllllll away for a cush job at A&W and another adventure in baseball cap employment. I'm so tired. I'm just exhausted from all of it! Whether it's stemming from my family, my marriage, or work... it just seems that I'm destined to walk a journey plagued with drama. It's unavoidable - inescapable. My albatross. I try to shed my role in drama, and a new drama crops up infront of me. Maybe therein lies my lesson for this lifetime, eh mom? Fuck, I hate learning. |