Shitty morning

Yeah, so, to sum up: Shitty morning.

You know the Bitch From Hell? I'm sure you do. It's not like I don't talk about her all the damn time in here.

Yeah. So, one of my co-workers had a meeting with the Big Kahuna last Friday about said Bitch and everyone's problems with her. She cried, and talked, and shared, and told the Big Kahuna how her sister was once a crappy manager, and her work brought in a specialist to help her and her employees work things out. Things are now running smoothly. She suggested we do something like that here...bring in someone from the outside, so they're not jaded and affected by the day-to-day shit that goes on here.

Nothing really looked like it was going to change, so yesterday all of the women I work with signed a form that said "We, the employees of ***************, think it is an EXCELLENT idea to bring in a specialist to analyze the interpersonal and procedural problems that exist between management personnel and staff."

ALL of us signed it. The men? Didn't, because they are treated VERY differently from how the women are treated.

Big Kahuna got it last night.

This morning, he called his executive assistant and the Bitch From Hell into his office. They talked for a while. One of my associates who walked by said the Bitch From Hell was just sitting there, with her hands folded in front of her, looking PISSED.

We all figured, "Hooray! Maybe something is actually being done!"

Then, we had a staff meeting.

Basically, the Big Kahuna talked for about 45 minutes. What he said can basically be summed up like this:

Too bad. Suck it up.*

One of the men - who has complained to me about how much he hates it here, and how much of a problem the Bitch From Hell is - was the only other man in there. He talked and talked and basically said:

If you don't like it, you can leave.

After the "meeting" (aka Biggest Crock of Shit EVER), I went back to my office and immediately started looking online at want ads. I know DAMN WELL that I will most likely not find another job where I make as much as I do now.

But I also know that I don't know how much longer I will be willing to have headaches every day, DREAD going into work, and have my body feel the stress of kicking in the "flight or fight" response every time she even walks by.

I know that SOMEHOW I have to make about $20,000 to pay for the rest of my schooling, while also paying off my regular bills and monthly expenses. Somehow, I have to do this. Whether I work here, and stash money away like crazy, or work somewhere else, and not save as much, I will do it. I will accomplish my goal of going into Forensic Science, and I will do it without making myself sick in the process.

This shit has to stop. And we pretty much all learned today that no matter what we say, it's all a matter of "perception" and that we'd better just take it like a man.

Well, screw that. I'm going to find myself an environment that I can actually work in. If it leaves them high and dry, oh well! They could have done something about these issues LONG AGO.

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*Another basic message from the Big Kahuna's monologue was 'I tell her how to do her job and I'M not going anywhere, so that's how it's going to be'.

I asked him, "So you told her to treat us like retarded monkeys?"

On the way out of the meeting, my friend M said, "[JaneofAllTrades], you don't say much but when you do, DAMN!"