I hate my job I hate my job I hate my job.
Ok. Maybe it's the hormones talking, but seriously, I want to beat my co-workers over the head with something. Stop complaining. Stop bitching. It never ends.
Yes, the organization sucks and you've been jerked around. Yes, senior management is useless. No, nothing we put out ever gets implemented. And yes, it
is frustrating.
But you have to stop complaining about it. Now. Because all you ever do is complain, and it's getting ridiculous.
First of all, I get it. Things were better back in the 70s, when the government was riding high from the successes of the Trudeau years. Oh, it was wonderful then, when everyone did their job and tax dollars were spent wisely. And the cubicles were carpeted with gold and the Deputy Minister knew every single employee's name, from his secretary all the way down to the lowliest mail clerk! It was a wonderful magical time, when "the public service
meant something". I GET IT. I've heard it everyday for the past four months. I wish you could go back to the 70s too...because I wasn't born yet and therefore wouldn't have to listen to you. You retired already; if you hated it so much, why did you come back? To lament the glory days of the past? Whatever.
Second, please stop complaining to me. I can't do anything about it. I know that I am a convenient ear, and that, because you are my boss, you can force me to listen to you, but I am sick of it. Complaining to me isn't going to change anything, except my opinion of YOU. You have had numerous opportunities to address your complaints and concerns to the senior managers who have been frustrating you with their lack of planning and ignorance of procedures. And yet, every time you meet with them you say nothing. So, either say something, or stop bitching. If you're unhappy, look for an alternative solution. Go somewhere else, approach a senior manager with whom you're comfortable, or just do a half-assed job, because frankly, you sitting there complaining to me over the cubicle wall isn't making anyone's life any more interesting or fulfilled. So, either move on, or put up and shut up.
Wow. Obviously my rage tapered off towards the end.
Anyway, the diet begins anew today, as a weekend pizza binge ended up ruining my two day streak.
Breakfast
- 2 bananas
Snack
- muffin
Lunch
- apple
- yogurt
Snack
- baby carrots
- bag of chips (230 cal)
- 1 chocolate square
Dinner
- 2 porkchops
- 1 fudgesicle
- glass of milk
Current Weight
I haven't weighed myself today.
Physical Activity
- walk to/from work (8 mins)
I miss real food, like bread and bacon.
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