Today at the end of the day, Cori and I were working on something in room 2. Heather came and stood in the doorway, said, "Cori, I'm leaving for the day. Are you ok? Do you need any help?"
Cori answered, "No."
Heather said, "Ok, see you tomorrow."
And then she turned around and walked away, ignoring me standing right there next to Cori. She did not say goodbye to me, or even make eye contact/acknowledge that I was in the room also.
This type of behavior leads to a toxic work environment. Who would want
to work with some one who treats a co-worker like she doesn't even
exist or isn't just standing right there?
For the first few seconds, I was kind of stunned. For a moment, I thought about stepping out into the hallway and shouting to Heather that I was okay, too, and I would see her tomorrow, but I decided against it. I am not going to stoop to her level or let her know that she gets under my skin. Plus, I feel like that type of response from me would just make the situation even worse. Heather is bitter and spiteful.
Heather is a toxic leaf, and I can't wait to prune her from my vine.
I happened across some articles in the New York Times online edition about a cabinet maker in Philly who started conducting employee reviews to thwart any problems on the production floor. The articles have been really helpful. The most important thing I took from the article was a line written, "A bad employee is a person who makes a good employee feel badly about herself." I've been making great efforts to conduct myself with grace in the presence of others, even when I have not been treated with grace or respect.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
disgruntled office girl update
I talked to my parents about the sabotage comment, and my mom recommended that some time, when the opportunity presented itself, just make an aside, "Oh, that chart you are looking for is on the desk in back. I was hiding it from you. Isn't that just like me! I'm so sneaky!"
This aside, is sarcastic, of course.
Well, the opportunity did present itself. Kim was looking for a chart, which I had noticed was on the counter in the dark room (I did not put the chart there, I just remembered seeing it there when I was working on something). She asked if I had seen it. I commented, loudly and scarcastically, "Oh, it's in the dark room! I was hiding it from you. I'm such a sneak. Isn't that JUST like me to hide things!"
Kim laughed. She knew I was joking around and that I am not a sneak. She did not know that Heather had accused me of sabotage.
As soon as I said it, though, I immediately regretted it. I sounded like a snarky bitch. And a snarky bitch is something that I am not.
I have calmed down immensely. I do not want to burn a bridge at work, but I am going to submit a formal complaint to my boss, so she has a record. In case there is a future problem, it would probably be helpful if there is a record/history of this kind of pettiness from Heather. My dad got attacked by a dog a few years ago. He filed a report with the police and animal control. The dog attacked another person, and it was helpful that there was a record/history. I understand that a co-worker is not a wild animal (HA!) but I don't want Heather to think that she can get away with treating people like this.
This aside, is sarcastic, of course.
Well, the opportunity did present itself. Kim was looking for a chart, which I had noticed was on the counter in the dark room (I did not put the chart there, I just remembered seeing it there when I was working on something). She asked if I had seen it. I commented, loudly and scarcastically, "Oh, it's in the dark room! I was hiding it from you. I'm such a sneak. Isn't that JUST like me to hide things!"
Kim laughed. She knew I was joking around and that I am not a sneak. She did not know that Heather had accused me of sabotage.
As soon as I said it, though, I immediately regretted it. I sounded like a snarky bitch. And a snarky bitch is something that I am not.
I have calmed down immensely. I do not want to burn a bridge at work, but I am going to submit a formal complaint to my boss, so she has a record. In case there is a future problem, it would probably be helpful if there is a record/history of this kind of pettiness from Heather. My dad got attacked by a dog a few years ago. He filed a report with the police and animal control. The dog attacked another person, and it was helpful that there was a record/history. I understand that a co-worker is not a wild animal (HA!) but I don't want Heather to think that she can get away with treating people like this.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Hike to Salt Lick
I took Jason to Salt Lick today. It was his first time there, and he seemed to enjoy it, even though it was hot as hell. We went to my parent's house and picked up wienus dog, too.
Gorgeous view from the scenic overlook. I love a brilliant blue sky big puffy clouds! The flood plain was looking lush, too.
Gorgeous view from the scenic overlook. I love a brilliant blue sky big puffy clouds! The flood plain was looking lush, too.
Friday, May 23, 2014
everquest for dexamethasone
I've had terrible aphthmous ulceres, aka canker sores in my mouth. They are stress induced. I had one so big in the back of my mouth I didn't even want to speak.
Look how pissed off this thing is!!!!
Then, in Montreal, I noticed a second one forming!
On this one /\ /\ /\ /\ you can even see how enlarged my tonsil is.
When I arrived back in the states, Dr. S gave me a prescription for Dexamethasone Elixer. It's a steroid. I went to three different Walgreen's before finding one that had it in stock. I have to gargle 15mL four times a day and then swallow it for three days, then gargle 10mL four times per day and swallow it for three days, then gargle 10mL four times daily and swallow every other time for three days, then gargle 10mL four times daily and spit out each time until the ulcers are gone.
If they return, I'm going to quit my job, because it is the source of my stress. That was compacted with the stress of the international flights and my fear of missing a connecting flight as well as the end of the semester/finals, plus getting into hygiene school in the fall.
Look how pissed off this thing is!!!!
Then, in Montreal, I noticed a second one forming!
On this one /\ /\ /\ /\ you can even see how enlarged my tonsil is.
When I arrived back in the states, Dr. S gave me a prescription for Dexamethasone Elixer. It's a steroid. I went to three different Walgreen's before finding one that had it in stock. I have to gargle 15mL four times a day and then swallow it for three days, then gargle 10mL four times per day and swallow it for three days, then gargle 10mL four times daily and swallow every other time for three days, then gargle 10mL four times daily and spit out each time until the ulcers are gone.
If they return, I'm going to quit my job, because it is the source of my stress. That was compacted with the stress of the international flights and my fear of missing a connecting flight as well as the end of the semester/finals, plus getting into hygiene school in the fall.
Thursday, May 22, 2014
disgruntled office girl
Tonight at the end of the work day, I wanted to spit nails. I was so angry that I let and took a walk around the parking lot. My blood pressure was so high I could feel my pulse in my face.
Unsolicited, a co-worked told me that another co-worker was talking about me behind my back. I was told that when I was out last week on my vacation, there was some implant piece that could not be found, and Heather said that I was purposely hiding it from her, and that kind of sneaky behavior was just like me.
When I heard this, I was was angry because it is untrue. I only have the best intentions of the office in mind and am not sabotaging anyone. I was also angry, because the girl who told me this was said about me didn't stick up for me/stand up for Heather.
I went to see my mom at work. She told me to forget about it; everyone at work knows me/knows that I am not sneaky/a saboteur. I talked to my dad about it. He wants me to confront Heather. "Hey. I heard you talk about me behind my back. And you accused me of being sneaky and hiding things from you. That's not true, and I don't want to hear any more that you are saying untrue things about me or I will go to our boss." I don't think that is going to happen, though. I will probably drop the c-word or get really riled up and punch her in her big mouth.
Unsolicited, a co-worked told me that another co-worker was talking about me behind my back. I was told that when I was out last week on my vacation, there was some implant piece that could not be found, and Heather said that I was purposely hiding it from her, and that kind of sneaky behavior was just like me.
When I heard this, I was was angry because it is untrue. I only have the best intentions of the office in mind and am not sabotaging anyone. I was also angry, because the girl who told me this was said about me didn't stick up for me/stand up for Heather.
I went to see my mom at work. She told me to forget about it; everyone at work knows me/knows that I am not sneaky/a saboteur. I talked to my dad about it. He wants me to confront Heather. "Hey. I heard you talk about me behind my back. And you accused me of being sneaky and hiding things from you. That's not true, and I don't want to hear any more that you are saying untrue things about me or I will go to our boss." I don't think that is going to happen, though. I will probably drop the c-word or get really riled up and punch her in her big mouth.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Montreal
Jason and I went to Montreal for Pouzza Fest. All I can say is, this shit is the new shit!
Montreal was badass! I was super anxious all week about making our connecting flights, but there were no delays.
On the way there, we rode a little regional service plane (one seat on one side of the aisle, two seats on the other side) and even that plane was less than half full.
Once we got to Montreal, it only took like 15 minutes to get through customs. There was a line for Canadian nationals, in which not one single person was standing, and then a line for visitors.
There is a flat rate of $35 for a cab ride into the city, and Jason wanted to spring for that instead of take the bus, which was $12 and an hour long ride. The cab driver was very polite. He was African. We saw a fair number of Africans, most likely from countries where French is spoken, so they already knew the language.
The ride into the city was uneventful, which is fine. The weather was rainy.
Once we got into the city and found our hotel, we were very early. We decided to walk around until we could check in. Luckily, we each only had a backpack, so it wasn't like we were lugging around huge suitcases. We got turned around a few times, but did make it to registration and picked up our wristbands, maps/schedules, and Jason's t-shirt.
There were like 14 pizza joints within a block of our hotel, but I ended up finding all the Lebanese dudes and ate falafal everyday. Jason's favorite meal was Dirty Dog's. They did have a veg dog as well as a dedicated fryer, but I wanted to try a veg place next door. Back to the dogs, they were all named after different celebrities. Jason was interested in several, but ended up choosing The Ron Swanson, which was a Bavarian beer brat topped with grilled onions, bacon, steak tips, and a fried egg. Waling around the city was awesome, there were so many people out and about/lots of foot traffic as well as people on bicycles. There were even protected bike lanes. We saw lots of street art/murals, lots of big ornate churches. Also, in Montreal, there were pay phones. Everywhere. Hundreds of them. We even saw a man talking on one! We did a chance to watch Canadian television, too! There were two channels in English, and both features severly outdated syndicated programming. Our favorite was a show called "Beachcombers" that was about a group of teens. We also watched a re-run of "The Young Riders!" HA!
One thing I did notice about the Canadian programming, though, was that native characters were included as well. There was a native girl on the Beachcombers show, and we watched several other documentary/news shows that featured native tribes exclusively. It was just such a stark contrast to American programming.
Ok, on the music, the main reason we were here. On Friday, we posted up a Katacombs first and new finds include Wasted Potential and Barrel Proof. Jason made some friends. We blew the budget. We ended the night at Foufs for a few bands, but both of us were pretty intoxicated. We left before The Hold Steady because we are wieners. We did see a guy wearing a Cardinals baseball hat. We told him we were from STL, and he informed us, in a French accent, that he knew nothing of this, and only bought the hat because every morning when he was in university, there was a cardinal pecking on his window. HA! Also, Barrel Proof was pretty badass, and they were a French-speaking band. It was kind of blowing my mind to see hard core rock guys with tattoos and face piercings just shredding onstage, then speaking in French in between songs.
On Saturday we didn't go as hard in the paint for the shows. We went to Foufs only and saw Night Birds, CJ Ramone, 7 Seconds, and Chixdiggit. Shit was tight as hell. 7 Seconds was probably the set of the weekend for me. Kevin Seconds still gets after it. Jason and I were freaking the fuck out, bouncing around andsinging yelling along. We saw the cardinal-hat guy there with his friend and he told us that he was happy that we were so happy!
On Sunday, we started off a Chaos for Hold Tight! The place was pretty cool, and the bathroom was gangster and fuck - no doors. Hi! After Hold Tight, we went to get food then posted up at Katacombs, which was a tiny club, because we wanted to be sure to see The Lillingtons. Our friend Dave was on tour with them selling merch, and it was nice to see him and catch up. Other bands we saw on Sunday that totally ruled were Hashed Up and Brutal Youth. Dude dove off the balcony. Lillingtons played very late, I stayed for five songs then jetted. There was a line two blocks long to get in when I left. Oh, I saw a guy at the show wearing a denim vest with a "Painted Wolves: Vegan Pack" back patch. It made we want to have a vegan pack to be part of, but that is not going to happen, at least not in STL.
Jason is already excited to go back, and I am, too! Montreal was great, this fest was great, and I recommend it!
Montreal was badass! I was super anxious all week about making our connecting flights, but there were no delays.
On the way there, we rode a little regional service plane (one seat on one side of the aisle, two seats on the other side) and even that plane was less than half full.
Once we got to Montreal, it only took like 15 minutes to get through customs. There was a line for Canadian nationals, in which not one single person was standing, and then a line for visitors.
There is a flat rate of $35 for a cab ride into the city, and Jason wanted to spring for that instead of take the bus, which was $12 and an hour long ride. The cab driver was very polite. He was African. We saw a fair number of Africans, most likely from countries where French is spoken, so they already knew the language.
The ride into the city was uneventful, which is fine. The weather was rainy.
Once we got into the city and found our hotel, we were very early. We decided to walk around until we could check in. Luckily, we each only had a backpack, so it wasn't like we were lugging around huge suitcases. We got turned around a few times, but did make it to registration and picked up our wristbands, maps/schedules, and Jason's t-shirt.
There were like 14 pizza joints within a block of our hotel, but I ended up finding all the Lebanese dudes and ate falafal everyday. Jason's favorite meal was Dirty Dog's. They did have a veg dog as well as a dedicated fryer, but I wanted to try a veg place next door. Back to the dogs, they were all named after different celebrities. Jason was interested in several, but ended up choosing The Ron Swanson, which was a Bavarian beer brat topped with grilled onions, bacon, steak tips, and a fried egg. Waling around the city was awesome, there were so many people out and about/lots of foot traffic as well as people on bicycles. There were even protected bike lanes. We saw lots of street art/murals, lots of big ornate churches. Also, in Montreal, there were pay phones. Everywhere. Hundreds of them. We even saw a man talking on one! We did a chance to watch Canadian television, too! There were two channels in English, and both features severly outdated syndicated programming. Our favorite was a show called "Beachcombers" that was about a group of teens. We also watched a re-run of "The Young Riders!" HA!
One thing I did notice about the Canadian programming, though, was that native characters were included as well. There was a native girl on the Beachcombers show, and we watched several other documentary/news shows that featured native tribes exclusively. It was just such a stark contrast to American programming.
Ok, on the music, the main reason we were here. On Friday, we posted up a Katacombs first and new finds include Wasted Potential and Barrel Proof. Jason made some friends. We blew the budget. We ended the night at Foufs for a few bands, but both of us were pretty intoxicated. We left before The Hold Steady because we are wieners. We did see a guy wearing a Cardinals baseball hat. We told him we were from STL, and he informed us, in a French accent, that he knew nothing of this, and only bought the hat because every morning when he was in university, there was a cardinal pecking on his window. HA! Also, Barrel Proof was pretty badass, and they were a French-speaking band. It was kind of blowing my mind to see hard core rock guys with tattoos and face piercings just shredding onstage, then speaking in French in between songs.
On Saturday we didn't go as hard in the paint for the shows. We went to Foufs only and saw Night Birds, CJ Ramone, 7 Seconds, and Chixdiggit. Shit was tight as hell. 7 Seconds was probably the set of the weekend for me. Kevin Seconds still gets after it. Jason and I were freaking the fuck out, bouncing around and
On Sunday, we started off a Chaos for Hold Tight! The place was pretty cool, and the bathroom was gangster and fuck - no doors. Hi! After Hold Tight, we went to get food then posted up at Katacombs, which was a tiny club, because we wanted to be sure to see The Lillingtons. Our friend Dave was on tour with them selling merch, and it was nice to see him and catch up. Other bands we saw on Sunday that totally ruled were Hashed Up and Brutal Youth. Dude dove off the balcony. Lillingtons played very late, I stayed for five songs then jetted. There was a line two blocks long to get in when I left. Oh, I saw a guy at the show wearing a denim vest with a "Painted Wolves: Vegan Pack" back patch. It made we want to have a vegan pack to be part of, but that is not going to happen, at least not in STL.
Jason is already excited to go back, and I am, too! Montreal was great, this fest was great, and I recommend it!
Monday, May 5, 2014
Crossroads v 5-2k14
Just finished my sociology final tonight. When I handed in my test and the accompanying four pages of essay question responses, my instructor asked me what my plan was. I told him I was going to start dental hygiene in the fall. He said, "From what I've seen in this class, I have to ask, 'Why not be the doctor?'"
I, of course, was flattered by this compliment. I get so frustrated with all the choices whenever I'm at a crossroads, such as the end of a semester. Should I continue on the same path? Or change course?
I think the only honest answer is that I am going to be a student for life. Always learning, always improving, and always moving ahead.
I, of course, was flattered by this compliment. I get so frustrated with all the choices whenever I'm at a crossroads, such as the end of a semester. Should I continue on the same path? Or change course?
I think the only honest answer is that I am going to be a student for life. Always learning, always improving, and always moving ahead.
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