Category Archives: I hate my job

There’s a great bathroom debate!

My office has been having a lot of bathroom issues lately.

It’s not as gross as it sounds, I promise.

In November, they told us the women’s bathroom on our second floor (where there is both a men’s and a women’s restroom with multi-stalls) was “Out of order” and couldn’t be used.

I didn’t ask questions and started going to the 1st floor bathroom, which is a one-holer…and freezing cold, if I might add.

But when a month passed, and our bathroom was still broken, people started asking questions. We found out that all of the toilets in the bathroom worked, there were just broken tiles on the floor. So, a construction crew came, ripped up the broken tiles, and then we never saw them again.

So, I started using the second floor bathroom (at my own risk) and simply avoiding the parts of the floor with no tiles. Didn’t bother me much. Well, it’s May, and the tiles are still missing (as well as the construction crew).

Last Friday, a chain of emails started in the office regarding our current bathroom situation. Please enjoy:

Hello, Staff.
 
This is to let everyone know Jason has decided that the men’s room on the 2nd floor will now be used by the ladies since there are more women than men on that floor.  So, gentlemen, please don’t use that restroom after today.  Also, I have a “Women’s Restroom” sign to tape to the door if someone would like to come downstairs and put it up there for me.  (Ladies, I recommend not using it until the sign is on the door in case the men should forget.)
 
Thanks,
 
Christine

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RE: 2nd floor men’s bathroom

So if we are confined to the men’s bathroom on the first floor near the mini conference room, we are either going to need a lock on the door or a divider put up by the urinal. I can’t speak for everyone, but there are certain types of exposure I tend to shy away from. -Steve

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RE: 2nd floor men’s bathroom

Remind me why they can’t fix the ladies’ room on the second floor? Jim

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RE: 2nd floor men’s bathroom

Guys, I guess we’re in the dog pound now for no fault of our own, this is why I choose to have 2 restrooms to myself at home. Frank

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The bathroom by the staircase is unisex and the door locks in that one. The other bathroom can be awkward. Ernie

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Christine, would you mind asking Facility Services to put a lock on the men’s room door on the first floor, or make some other suggestions for how to improve that facility? All the guys, from Jason on down, have commented that it has a very awkward set up. Thanks!
K

No, this is where I work. Let that sink in for a minute.

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This is what I decided…

Alright, soooo last week I filled y’all in on the trials and tribulations of my job.

This is what I decided.

For now, I’m going to hold off on making some giant, ta-da plan, and just hunker down and hunt for new jobs. Because, sometimes, a problem just isn’t worth fixing.

So, yesterday I updated my resume. And today, I applied for two jobs that both look pretty cool. And you know what? I feel really good about that decision, because today has been a real shit hole in the office.

Of course, it’s Monday, so there’s that. Then, I’m getting some serious work done, and that whole memo thing starts where one person calls me, tells me something to do, I do it, then someone comes in my office and tells me to do the exact same thing, and then I get an email an hour later saying, nevermind.

graaarrrrrr.

Meanwhile, I’ve been watching old episodes of MTV’s Life of Ryan while I do my work—it really makes the day more pleasant.

Anyway, enough about that.

While I didn’t do anything festive on Easter, I was generally just really happy to be relaxing, in my bed, watching DVDs of Sex and The City, because last year on Easter, my then-boyfriend was cheating on me.

I’m just so happy that I’m not in that situation, and that I’ve moved on.

Anyway, that’s all for now…

 

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BACK!!!!!!!!!

Hey guys!

If you’re still reading this blog, THANK YOU. Once again, I apologize that we have gone missing. We are both still alive!!

I feel like everything has happened since 2014 even started, and then when I sit down to write about it, I don’t even know where to start or what to say.

Truthfully, the reason for me not blogging lately is because I’ve just been SOOOO busy. And no, I don’t mean that in the sense of, omg I’m so busy and I’m so kewl.

I mean that in, I have been working my ass off. I’m lucky (heh heh) if I get a few hours of sleep each night.

So, I suppose I’ll just start with that.

Remember Fatso? My coworker? Well, when I came back to work after the holiday break, he got fired. Seriously. The DAY we got back from a 2-week break, he was fired. Like I was here, in my office, and he got fired.

Okay, you get the point.

Well, I was kind of shocked and not surprised all at once, because, let’s face it, he was a little crazy.

But at the same time, stuff changed IMMEDIATELY. Not only was the energy in the office different, but our web team of 5 was knocked down to 4. One of those workers being a temp, so in March our team of 4 became 3.

And while that sounds exciting, guess who has been picking up the slack? THIS MOTHER FUCK.

Did I get a raise? Nope.

The part of Fatso’s job that I’m covering (and have been covering for 4 months) is a giant social media job that pretty much never stops.

I’m not going to lie to you, I have a little more respect for the guy now that I’m doing his dirty work.

And so, not only did the work at my day job pick up, but I’ve still had to maintain my busy freelance schedule so I can ay my bills and occasionally pay for some fun stuff.

So, things have been rough, to say the least.

But, I’m currently working on a plan to present to my boss to see if I can get a raise, therefore lowering some of my freelance workload. Has anyone out there ever done that?

I need all of the help, advice, and encouragement I can get.

HELP.

I promise, I’ll talk to you guys soon!!!

xoxo

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Why I am a quitter, part II.

Of course I was pissed they gave the job to someone else, but what bothered me even more was that I didn’t even know about it. 

If I’m going to lose at something, I want it to be fair. Give us an interview and tell me I wasn’t the better person for the job. 

After that, it was just downhill. Every story that I pitched was ignored and I only wrote the stories that were assigned to me, which were okay, but not ones I was passionate about. 

Yes, I know, the life of a freelance writer isn’t as glamorous as we’d all like to believe, but there are magazines out there that have meetings, and give ample time to meet deadlines, and actually respect their writers. 

I had been toyed with the idea of quitting for months, but it clicked when they gave me a cover story (large assignment) at the last minute, and then bugged the shit out of me, telling me who to contact (as if I’d never done this before) and setting up 3 photo shoots to get one right picture. 

I had just had it. I’ve been writing for 12 years now, and I’ve worked my way from the bottom up…and this place was still treating me like I was brand new. 

So I quit after the cover story was published. 

My email to the editor was short and sweet, listing no reason for my resignation. Of course, he wrote right back, but I haven’t replied yet as I don’t feel like getting into a back and forth with them. 

I am hoping this gives me more time to do things that I enjoy (like blogging) and perhaps I will find another freelance gig that is more rewarding. 

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Why I am a quitter.

Earlier this week, I quit my job at the magazine.

I know I’ve mentioned before problems that I’ve been having with the magazine, but just for shit’s sake, I’ll give you a little recap.

Things really got hairy this year. At the end of last year, you might remember that I was really excited when our editor, Jeremy, told me they were going to create a food section and asked me if I wanted to be a part of the meetings when they created it.

Yes, yes, yes!

But when the new year rolled around, the editors decided they would cancel the writers’ meetings because I was the only person showing up. While I was happy that I didn’t have to leave work to attend a lame meeting, they didn’t set up any kind of replacement for pitching stories.

So for weeks I was emailing the editors my story pitches and was never getting any response back…so I went weeks without any assignments, which also means weeks with no pay.

When I finally emailed begging for an assignment, they asked me if I’d be interested in brainstorming for an article on online dating. I said sure, especially because I was (and still am) obsessed with CATFISH!

I started brainstorming, and made a post on my Facebook page, asking if anyone had any experience in online dating, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I got 4 good leads, and sent the editor an email explaining them and asking if I should pursue them.

Jeremy told me they were great ideas, but I wasn’t allowed to interview my friends, so he would assign another writer to my story.

I didn’t reply. I knew another writer wasn’t going to come through. Plus, a story about online dating wasn’t necessarily anything cutting edge. Online dating profiles are private information, so unless the story is on someone like Manti Teo, you have to ask people you know about their experiences.

A few days later, Jeremy sent me an email asking me how the online dating story was coming along? I told him it wasn’t coming at all since he said I couldn’t interview my friends.

He emailed me back apologizing for the confusion, but saying he thought a story with snippets from online dating profiles would be cool.

Excuse me? You just told me I couldn’t interview my friends because of journalistic integrity and you want to swipe peoples’ online dating profiles to get a laugh?

I didn’t reply to that and in the midst of all this, I get an email he sent to the whole staff, announcing the new food editor—some guy I’d never heard of. Thanks, thanks a lot.

***TO BE CONTINUED…***

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I think I have ADD.

Does anyone else feel they just can’t focus on work lately?

I don’t know if it’s the weather or my cute kitty at home or what, but lately, no matter how hard I try… I cannot get my mind focused.

Instead of doing actual work…I’ve been doing 1 of 2 things:

-Playing Candy Crush

-Playing Sweet Shop

Both mind-sucking and addicting and a waste of my life.

Sigh.

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In need of purpose.

I don’t really know why I’ve been under a rock lately, but I have been, and as any snail or earthworm would have you know—once you’ve been under a rock, getting out of it and actually living life is sort of hard and is definitely a pain in the ass.

There is an episode of Sex and The City when Charlotte leaves her job at the gallery because she thinks her and Trey are going to be parents, but when she can’t get pregnant, she tells the other women and Trey that she’s “trying to get her day planner together.”

I’ve never really seen that statement as a dilemma until now.

I still go to work, physically. But once I get here, I usually just drink coffee, eat peanut butter right out of the jar, and play Candy Crush. Seriously. That’s what I do for 8 hours, 5 days a week.

Occasionally, I will think about all of the productive things I could be doing with my workday, like:

  • Improving my many other blogs
  • Reading a book
  • Googling things to blog about
  • Pitching to new venues about hiring me for more blog classes
  • Improving my blog class
  • Cleaning my office
  • Cleaning out my email inboxes
  • Replying to emails

But no. I play Candy Crush and watch old episodes of World of Jenks (I love Chad).

The thing is, it’s such a struggle for me to get up and out of bed in the mornings and arrive on time wearing makeup, that once I get here I am a total zombie. But! I am trying to change that. I am setting GOALS for myself.

Like… clean off the desk at the end of the day, write AN blog entry, go to a meeting. LOOK busy!

It’s kind of working.

I am fairly certain I recall going through similar feelings around this time of year, every year. It’s nice outside, and I want to be at the pool and not in my office, so I take to chair-spinning contests with myself. It’s only logical.

Anyone else in my boat (with a pina colada in hand?)?

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