I hate it when people can only see things as black or white, with no shades of gray. Right or wrong. Bad or good. In or out. Up or down.
So we had this staff meeting on Wednesday where we had to go over the results of evaluation forms that had been filled out by ourselves and others. The person in charge (who had designed the whole thing and written all the questions and lives in an ethereal world that no one understands) says, “I want you to get in to pairs. There are two of you who see things as “black and white.” I don’t want those two people to be together. Do we all know who these people are?” And everyone in the room looked at me and started laughing.
I guess I’m the only one who never saw this about myself. It was infuriating! Especially because the other black and white person is someone who regularly drives me crazy and I’m not anything like her! Nothing whatsoever is similar between us! But this meant that I did not have to be her partner, which was my major goal of the afternoon, so I guess that’s one good thing.
So this one page had a list of all the comments we had written about ourselves or others. (This is because what you write down about someone else is really about yourself. So says the man in charge, Mr. Expert on Life, the Universe and Everything. Mr. “I go to Abu Dabi and Bangledash and Thailand and give everyone advice.”) (If he is so great, why don’t we have peace in the Middle East, I’d like to know?) One of the things I had written about someone else was “She thinks she’s always right.” Now supposedly this is really about me. And you know what I had to say about that?
DAMN STRAIGHT!!! I AM ALWAYS RIGHT!!
Basically it was a horrible exercise and I felt worse after it. I think that everyone I work with thinks I’m opinionated and short-tempered. They make me feel like I’m a caricature of some kind of crazy person.
Short-tempered? Who the hell do they think they are???
Well, they can take their little forms and their little self-absorbed power statements and have a perfect little club without me. Meanwhile, I just wish they would turn in their goddamned credit card receipts on time so I can pay the bill without having to go around asking them. I have a bill every month from $1500 to $3500. That’s a lot of little pieces of paper I have to organize. Godammned little freaks who think it doesn’t matter when they turn their receipts in, if they turn them in at all. Sometimes they even “accidentally” use the company credit card instead of their own, then they have to pay the company back. Oh yeah, like that’s a mistake.
“So, Mr. A., I see you bought some black tar at Home Depot. Hmmm…what did you need black tar for, you dirty bastard? What are you going to do with black tar at the office?”
“I’m sure that I put that on my personal credit card.”
“Mr. A., there is a bucket of black tar on this bill under your account number and I don’t see you using it here, YOU FREAK! Do that again and I’m calling the police!!”
Unorganized belly-button worshippers.
:mad:
P.S. I apologize for mis-spelling some countries and stuff, because I DESPISE PEOPLE WHO CAN’T SPELL. Also I HATE PEOPLE WHO DON’T PRONOUNCE WORDS PROPERLY. (even though I can’t say the word “throw.” I leave the “r” out. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN
- that’s why they go into the field (because it appeals to their sense of order), why they are hired by the big (honest) companies, why they get the big salaries, and also why, unfortunately, they don’t have many office friends.