sight isn’t always necessary

So today my stupid coworkers had a private lunch at some Korean restaurant nearby, and it’s just so annoying to listen to them talk about these secret plans anymore. Mom says that they’re probably never thinking about me, or at least not nearly as much as I’m thinking about them, but regardless, I continue to do so. I think for me the biggest problem I have is that I was friends with both of those bitches before they started working out so much – it’s like I’ve done something wrong by having a child and must now be punished for my misdeeds. Well, I’m sorry, but I love my son more than anything in the world, and I’d choose sitting in a rocking chair singing songs and reading stories with him at night over working out with a couple of self-centered, conceited and downright boring women any time. But they rub my nose in it constantly at work – so I can’t just forget about it and get on with my workday, I have to always have the reminder of my loserdom by hearing them talk with each other and laugh those annoying fake laughs and talk about all of their plans in a low rumble just outside my cube.

And another thing, why would Scott say that my new job was a ‘promotion’ when it’s very obvious that it wasn’t a promotion; it was a serious demotion and a major slap in the face. Every day that I see Casey walking around with her authoritarian hat on, I just cringe at the fact that I took this stupid job and actually thought it was going to be a respected and revered position. But JC, the new “cool” guy, very very obviously thinks very little of me, and doesn’t realize that having the praise and respect of Scott used to mean GREAT things for people in this company. I liked it so much better when he was the manager, and you just had to prove yourself in your performance and your code, you never had to look cool or talk cool or be cool for the rewards to come in. The preferential treatment I witness in the office is unbearable. The fact that Casey started out at SUCH a much higher salary than I did, and MUCH higher than Jay, and the fact that Jay is still sitting in that corner never getting any pat on the back for any of the work he does…

Ugh. I’m done with talking about it now, but I’m just stressed about it. And then Sandy has to call today and really make my week and weekend a dreadfully stressful and annoying hassle to even approach… I’m just sick of being pushed around all of the time!

Blech. I’ll write more on Friday. I’m being forced to take the day off due to some demanding aunt of mine. She’s already been named so I didn’t feel like writing it out again.

Blech again.