Passive Aggressive Behavior

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At the beginning of this month, I got a new job. It was a great opportunity, because not only was it on campus, but I also worked for these two middle-aged guys who are low key and only require me to look nice. I work four hours a day, for days a week scanning files full of documents. That is literally all I do.

So by yesterday I had gotten into a really great routine which allowed me to stay entertained while these huge files scanned. There was this small desk next to the scanner that I would roll a chair up to. I would set my drink in one corner, my stapler and staple remover in the middle, and my phone in the other corner. I would grab a file folder, take it to the desk, turn on Netflix (with headphones of course!), and begin removing the staples, scanning the documents, and replacing the staples. When the files was done, I would pause my show, get up, replace that file, and grab a new one. It really made the time fly!

Well there are these middle-aged women who work in the offices behind the scanner who gave off a bitch vibe, but today they confirmedย it. So one of these women had her Keurig on this table and once every shift, she would ask me to if she could butt in, so she could make coffee. It was no problem, I would always smile and move. I wasn’t hurting anyone and I got my job done. Apparently speaking to me was such an inconvenience that when I came in today the table was gone.

It really frustrated me, because I felt they didn’t like me since the day I started. None of them introduced themselves to me and anytime I walked up, they would look at me weird or just ignore my presence. Also, this is supposed to be a professional environment, so if something about me or my actions bothers them, they should have talked to me directly.

Luckily, two can play the passive aggressive game. My job (which is super simple) had just gotten a lot harder without that table, so that was only fueling my fire. So, every time I would have to go scan my files, I would tap the buttons as loudly as I could. After about four or so files, the women came out of their dens.

Queen Bitch walks up to me and introduces herself and asks who I am. I in turn give my name and she proceeds to ask if the table would help me do my work. I said yes so they both brought it back out of the storage closet next to the scanner. They claimed they were just cleaning up Queen Bitch then introduced Second-In-Command Bitch to me. I thanked them for giving back the desk.

Now they have gone back to ignoring me unless Second-In-Command Bitch needs her coffee. Grow Up!


When You Are Going Through Hell

If you’re goin’ through hell keep on going
Don’t slow down if you’re scared don’t show it
You might get out before the devil even knows you’re there
-Rodney Atkins

This is definitely one of those weeks I would classify as Hell Week. Not that anything in my personal life is going awry, because that is the best it has every been, but my school and work schedules are absolutely crazy!!

I end my internship tomorrow, so I had to get another job. Instead of looking for another office job, I decided to just work in food service for a little while. It’s fast and fun, so the time will go by pretty quickly and the hours should be good. Little did I know it was going to be so strenuous. I have orientation tonight for two hours and I have to leave my last class early to make it on time. Then I have training for five hours tomorrow, Friday, Saturday, and Monday. I am just not sure how I am going to have to do anything else.

I have a test on Friday, two projects to work on, research for an Italian presentation; not to mention all of my normal homework. Literally drowning. And to make matters worse, I have a little puppy at home that I am barely going to get to see. Wake her up, take her potty, feed her, take her potty, put her in her crate. :/ That makes me so sad, but I have to work in order to feed her. It should die down next week once I get a real work schedule that I get to choose. I am so grateful for my roommates and boyfriend who have been so great in helping me out!!

Wish me luck lovelies at surviving this crazy college life!!

โค Lauren

Mid-Week Exhaustion

So I had hoped that I would be able to start writing regularly once school started, because I would have a set schedule and all, but that has yet to happen! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

My schedule has gone from having nothing to do to having everything and more to do. My work schedule alone is absolutely ridiculous. What started out as a 31 hour week (which is crazy for the first week of classes) to way more than that, because so far every shift I have clocked in early and had to stay late! :O

Needless to say I am just extremely exhausted. But it is always a relief to know that my guy is always there to talk to me at the end of the day. No matter how tired he is, he stays up late to talk about our days and other stuff which always leaves me smiling when I go to sleep! How did I get so lucky? ๐Ÿ™‚

Once my work schedule calms down and I get caught up on school, I will be back to posting on a regular basis. Thanks for sticking around! Y’all rock!

โค a girl

Freckled and Frazzled


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A little update on my life:

I am finally completely moved into my new townhome. I have officially taken three bubble baths (because why not when you have a tub), crushed a light-bulb while trying to screw it in, and stubbed my toe. But all in all it has been great. I like knowing I am surrounded by two friends and one soon-to-be-friend and know that if I need someone all I have to do is walk down the hall. Having a kitchen has been fantastic; I cooked pasta all by myself! ๐Ÿ™‚

After a crazy week of having no wifi, I managed to use up almost all of my data and had it shut off by my uncle for “just in case” reasons. But as of yesterday we now have wifi, so I can stop freaking out and instead watch Netflix to calm my fears. I felt really pathetic needing internet, so badly, but just the inability to google something when I needed to put me on edge. #problemsofmillennials

So this upcoming week is my first week of classes. 3 on Monday, 1 on Tuesday, 4 on Wednesday, 1 on Thursday, and 2 on Friday…. not a terribly awful schedule, but that equals out to 15 hours of class plus homework. In addition to that I was schedule 31 hours at work— LIKE WHAT!? That is crazy. I am still waiting on textbooks and I have to pay a parking ticket. On top of all of that my period starts on Monday; seriously Mother Nature!

Now normally I would enjoy lots of work. I don’t even hate my job, but recently I was “promoted” to working in the accounting office and although that sounds like a great gig… well I hate it! I don’t do well with money and I don’t want to be responsible for all of that cash. It stresses me out and I am always worried I am going to miscount or screw something up, so I a bit shaky when that is my job. Why can’t I just be a normal cashier and make people’s day brighter by smiling at them?

Needless to say next week is going to be quite interesting. Send any positive thoughts my way! ๐Ÿ˜€

โค a girl

Being an Unsalvageable Bitch

This past Friday I was written up at work.

At first I didn’t know how to feel about it. How are you supposed to feel when your boss calls you an unsalvageable bitch?

At first I didn’t know how to react. How are you supposed to react when your boss tells you you have an unfixable attitude?

It really hurt having this happen to me. Having my boss yell at me. Having someone who barely knows me accuse me of being all of these negative things. Having this slightly-older-than-me guy tell me that I need to act professional and accept criticism even though he can’t do the same.

I understand that I don’t take criticism well, but I am working on it. I don’t need him blowing up in my face and reminding me of all the reasons I am not perfect.

I get it. I messed up. I stood up for myself. I didn’t let him speak to me like that. So if being written up is the consequence, then I accept it.

So I had accepted it. I went into work tonight with my held high ready to do my job when one of my fellow hostesses tells me that the manager told her that I had been written up and why.

Ok, take a step back. Excuse me! The manager that told me to act professionally is going around telling my co-workers that I got in trouble. How unprofessional is that!! Did that awful, horrible night happen just so he could use me as an example…

I was frustrated, angry, upset. That should have been kept confidential. You point out my flaws–> I work harder–> end of story. But no, he has to go and blab that he was the big bad boss and called me out and made me cry (although that part happened after I left).

To take my mind off this irritating news, I decided to just lay low. I sat people and folded kid menus until I had the opportunity to leave. But right before I left, one of the servers stopped me and told me how much they could have used me yesterday. That the whole restaurant was a mess, because the hostesses couldn’t get their act together. He tells me that the manager (the one who wrote me up) was about ready to fire some hostesses for being incompetent. He then told me that he told the manager that he should ask me to work Sundays.

It really made my night knowing that others know that I do what I do well and that not always being little miss easy-going does not hinder me.

So now I am just playing a waiting game. A game to see if the manager will go through with firing me for my attitude or will start appreciating me for how well I work.

โค a girl