That's how I feel right now.
I consider myself to be a very nice person, but it is probably safe to say that I am the most hated person on my shift.
How can you be a nice person and people hate you, you might ask.
Well first you have to work in a zoo with wild animals caged in a small environment. Strange analogy I know but stay with me. Imagine being a new lioness ( don't you love how I envision myself as some majestic creature!) put into a zoo with a pride of wild lions. The social structure has already been established and now I'm thrown in the mix.
Now I'm going to be very honest with you I have never been one to fit in. I was never a misfit, but I've never been one to feel kinship with any group in particular. In high school and college I was always able to float from group to group as I wanted. Due to circumstances of my own doing I currently work with people that I had very limited exposure to growing up. I really don't understand how they operate and they don't understand me at all.
The people I work with ( and I use that phrase VERY LOOSELY!!!) really are like wild animals. They are mean spirited, childish, rude, LAZY......... Actually now that I think about it they're not like animals at all because those attributes don't describe animals. I stand corrected and I want to apologize to any animals that I may have offended by comparing them to the people that I work with.
Let me just get back to being the lone lioness among an already established pride. In a perfect world you get to work with like minded individuals. Even though you all may have your differences you're able to communicate and for the most part get along. Uhhhhhhh, not here. Since coming to work here I've had to learn how to: curse like a sailor when provoked, watch my back at all times, get used to being called out of my name on a daily basis by co-workers, and how to be ready to fight at the slightest infraction. Actually it might be better to compare this place to a gladiator ring. Yes that's it! I'm the only warrior from my people in enemy territory. Now I'm sure that you're probably thinking that I'm exaggerating, but unfortunately I'm not. Young and old I really do work with the dredges of society. Probably 90% of the people working here have criminal records for violent offenses. And the supervisors are a bunch of jokes. Most of them are scared to death of the people that work under them or they want to be their best friends. And dumb................ Don't even let me get started on the lack of intelligence with the supervisors. Its a damn shame that when there's a problem I try my best to keep my supervisor from finding out because I already know that all he's going to do is make the problem even worse and then come back to me and ask what should be done. I can tell you what should be done. Go sit your simple ass down in a corner somewhere and let the people who actually know what they are doing handle it!!! Just get paid and be quiet!!!
If I don't care for someone I just ignore them. I pretend that they're not there and that's what works for me. I still don't get the whole well I don't like you mentality so, I'm going to try and get everybody on my side so that nobody will talk to you or if they they will still talk about about you behind your back.
So some maybe wondering well who exactly is trying to bully me..............
The security guard.
lol I know TOP Flight Security at it best right! ( Friday movie reference if it went over your head.)
Yesterday this woman (more like in-bred she beast!) in her 40s was outside of the office I work in trying to provoke me to violence. lol
Its funny now but yesterday I was mad as hell. That was why I was praying so hard.
OK next question. Why was she mad at me.
She thought I'd transferred a call to her security desk.
Now why transferring a call to her would push this GRANDMOTHER of 4 over the edge I do not know, but it did. She even went so far as to start calling me names in front of my supervisor. What did said supervisor do/say? NOTHING!!! He walked away. I know for a fact that he actually thinks its funny when people get into conflicts and I secretly think he wants somebody to actually get into some type of physical conflict.
Now did I have anything to do with the transferring of the phone call? Nope. But does that matter? Apparently not.
To be continued............................
