Attitude at Work

If you know me, you know how much I love my job. Well now, wait. I DO love it when I have loads of work. Pile it on to where I can barely come up for air and I'm happy. I like to be busy. If I've GOT to be there, lets at least be productively involved in something that requires a functioning brain.

The major bitch I have is that we're NOT busy. My post can be regularly counted on only two hands, where we used to get 60 to 90 pieces a day. Oh man, that was glorious... freaking humping all day just to get the stuff processed and back out... Head down, completely absorbed in the fine print and coordinating phone calls, time flew for me back then.

With all this extra time on my hands, and a certain department relocating closer to me.. . I can feel some attitude developing. I'm doing stuff I know I'm not supposed to, like using my mobile at work to text Lou and occasionally taking a smoke break without ever making up the time. I also seem to have less of a filter on my computer than everyone else has. So I read online news when the boss is out of the office.

Somedays I sit and FUME at that certain department. It contains four women, one 21, one 26 and the other two are about 35-ish. All but one drive me batshit. They argue, pick on eachother and rip eachother to shreds behind their backs. They do this loudly. There's no attempt to be gracious or kind, they're obstinate in their being disagreeable. It's like they're proud of themselves for being .. what..? firm, headstrong, fucking annoying?

It occurred to me the other day that when my kids used to bicker similarly, I used to either send them to their rooms or throw them in the backyard so I didn't have to listen to it.

The office manager just lets them get on with it. She won't or can't stop it.

And me? I'm stuck either scanning year old expenses OR ripping pre-2002 tax returns from musty folders.

I had to explain the term 'going postal'.