Despite
all the hype, no school districts in the tri-state area being open, and the
federal government being closed, I had to work a full day. Almost everybody I
know got a free day off but not me. I had been banking on having that day since
I had been out late at the hockey game, was really overtired, and needed the
sleep. Despite my shortage in leave, I really
should have taken the day.
Between
the weather and a big out of state conference, most people were out of the office
or tele-working. Since so many people were out, most of the managers treated
their staff to lunch. I’m more of a floater which means I do work for multiple
departments. Despite that, 90% of my work is for one department. That manager
took that department, save me, out to lunch where they dragged their feet for
an extra half hour.
So I can
process your paperwork, file paperwork for half of your people, clean up
administrative nightmares your people make, do the boring bitch work nobody
else wants to touch, and attend most of the meetings but you get to forget me
on my birthday? Can’t imagine my lack of motivation to be super-employee.
I know my
job isn’t big on employee morale. Two and a half years ago they canceled
monthly birthday celebrations and casual Fridays out of spite (still haven’t
gotten those back BTW). This is low, even for them.
It got to
a point where I asked people to stop saying it was my birthday because if it
was just Wednesday, it was less awful.
I went to
bar trivia which was fine. I got a few happy birthdays and a few people said
they would pay for me. It’s a nice offer but it didn’t happen and I didn’t
expect it to. It didn’t make the day any worse. I don’t regret going. I didn’t
crash my car on the way home. That’s all I was really shooting for.
13 is a
number with which I have bad juju. I considered 6 to be a good number for me. My
26th birthday was just such a remarkable level of suck that I expect
the next 12 months to be crap and 6 has been disqualified as having any sort of
power.
Every
year since I graduated college people have always said, “It will get better.”
They have been all sorts of wrong. My professional life has completely
stagnated and nothing I, or anyone else, have tried in the last 2+ years seem
to make it better. Despite my best efforts, I cannot make myself care about
dating again. I’m like a little kid about the dentist. Don’t want to, don’t
have to, can’t make me.
Therefore,
I not only expect the next 12 months to have no improvements on the current
situation, I expect everything to get worse.
Some of
you are saying, “That’s when everything turns around.” Y’all are full of it and
need to watch less Full House. I’ve been hearing that for so long to no avail
that the next person who says it gets slapped. Unlike sitcoms, real life is
under no obligation to get better.
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