I hate it. No really I hate it. I guess Felicia was merely the pimple on top of the problem. Last Thursday and Friday I worked with this nice woman, Anna. She was a good worker, supporting a nine year old son. I liked her and hoped that she would be back. No she wasn’t back today, instead Terry who I am liking less and less each day, had her friend Rachel come in. I figured it out when I heard squealing and looked up to see Terry and Rachel hugging and giggling and doing girly things. No Anna, here’s Rachel.

I wasn’t too happy about it, but then again I’m just the janitor. I asked about what happened to Anna, why wasn’t she coming back and I couldn’t believe the excuse they gave. She was unfriendly. That’s what they said. Now I didn’t think she was unfriendly. I thought she was just fine. The fucked up aspect is all these mother fucking people are the unfriendly ones. I mean I’ve been there since April 19, and have barely had more than three minutes of conversation with some of these former ‘people’, now ‘assholes’. They have some nerve saying that she was unfriendly.

Did any of them put out a friendly hand? No. They barely acknowledged her much like they barely acknowledge me. But then again there is the extenuating circumstance that doesn’t relate to me at all. Could it be because she was a woman of color? In the all white office, in every sense of the word, she was the ant in the sugar bowl. It really really sucks. Also, last week before the shit hit the fan regarding Felicia I sent in notice that I was taking the three days before Thanksgiving off. No one said I couldn’t so I went ahead and started making plans.

No plans really, just taking 3 out of 8 vacation days left. I planned to take the remaining 5 days off between Christmas and New Years. They are now freaking out since I won’t be in next week. They are panicking quite a bit, and had me sit down with Terry, Linda and Donna to discuss covering all bases before I am marked out on holiday. Apparently they are figuring out that it might take four people to do my job. I also found out that the parent company, Engulf and Devour, has been calling the office to make sure the phones are answered correctly.

How nice, not only do I have to deal with these fuck heads when they are in my face, I also have to smile as I’m running around the office, picking up after these fuckers who can’t find a garbage can (there are two) in the kitchen, and sound like I’m smiling as I answer the phone, ‘Good Morning/Afternoon, McMann and Tate. How may I direct your call?’ I really want out of there. I am looking towards January and wish to be out of there as soon as possible. I’m not looking forward to a big bonus, I’ll probably get the sliver of pie which was the same amount that I got from Wanker Banker. I am just so fucking unhappy.

And tomorrow I have to be in the office at 7AM. If anyone from the office reads this, besides Alan and the wonderful Elizabeth, they can go to fucking hell.