I have no intention of doing a lick of work today.
Last Wednesday as I was leaving work, I had a sense of dread.
My counterpart and I, Ned, were to have a meeting with our boss to discuss goals, objectives, blah blah blah. And then at the last minute she cancels and tells us that we are to have individual meetings instead.
In my job, I basically find business opportunities for sales reps. They have decided to change what kinds of opportunities I look for. This is supposed to be better for everyone. The way they are changing things, I will find fewer of these opportunities, but they are supposedly upping the commission to the point where I should be making the same amount of money. As if I had a choice in the matter, I said that I agreed. We'll see how it works in any case. I'll bitch if I'm broke.
Then they said that Ned, myself and my coworkers are too noisy to be sitting there where we are, next to the Marketing Women. They can't get their work done. Bunch of prima donna bitches. There's a whole wing of this office that is untouched! Why don't THEY move? But no, Ned and I have to move to the other side of the cubicle wall. In my case, I have to move about 20 feet away.
People have to move all the time. It happens. Office life. But still. I feel a little offended. When I came into work this morning, my computer and phone were gone, moved to the new work area 20 feet away. That's jarring, when your tools are moved, even if you know it's coming. It's bad enough that it's the day after a long weekend and I have to drag my ass out of bed. At least I don't have to deal with those fucking Marketing Women so much anymore. They can all bite my ass. I feel like Milton from Office Space.
Ugh, one of the MW's just said hi to me. I feel unclean.
Since you don't plan on doing a "lick of work" anyway, how about you write about the unclean-making MWs now?