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Angry work rant
I was going to write an entry last night about how much work had, rather unequivocally, sucked. Instead I fell asleep at 9pm. This is not common. Fortunately I was not let down today: work sucked...
Today I had the pleasure of being part of a team making a presentation to the Chief Exec and my Group Director. Given it was my second day back I was a little unhappy with my colleagues for dropping this 100-megaton shit on me.
The truth was that they were only joking about me having to be part of the presentation, saying initially that I was doing it alone. I knew it was a joke (my sides practically split, naturally), but what I didn't realise that I wasn't supposed to have any part in it at all and the joke went too far.
Anyhoo, my colleagues being gutless still insisted that I was doing it, and rather than whine about it I went ahead and made my part of the presentation anyway - with no preparation - to total success. In your fucking faces.
While I couldn't give a shit about corporate arse kissing and hierarchical nonsense I won't put up with people that I'm supposed to be working closely with (one of which I would call a friend) trying to fuck about with me. A joke's a joke, but when you haven't got the guts to admit to it and let the fall guy fall (luckily I didn't) that's appalling. ARGH.
What pisses me off is that I only really dislike work because I'm not having any fun, I'm far too lonely, and I'm generally not doing what I want to be doing in life. If I was happy/content work would just be work and I'd sail through each day. I don't need this shit on top of the unhappiness. It really doesn't help.
Off to finish my 2nd cup of coffee contained within my Rupert Jee's Hello Deli mug, a fine souvenir from NYC. That guy rules!
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