Your taste of vitriol for the day

Remember my new job?
Remember how upbeat and hopeful I was a good three weeks ago?
Remember how I said I found my calling?
…and that the people were good?

Well, erase all of that. ALL OF THAT.

Well, three weeks seemed like last year, or about a decade ago.
Right now– it was like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Well, where should I begin?

Oh, what about the “kind, intelligent people” WELL, EFFING ERASE ALL OF THAT. Yeah, we have brilliant and experienced individuals who can amaze you with their talent–especially the management who were all genius in the field. But the rest of the rank of file? Whoa, new graddies who tasted PR for like a year or two then PROCEEDED to ACT like they were funny little geniuses. There’s this group who acted like they were some effing know it all, acting like they were God’s gift to the company. Every one hated their attitude, and it’s not because people envy them (COS WHAT IS THERE TO ENVY? For one, they all look plain). For three weeks, I tolerated their rudeness, their gross inconsideration and the annoying way they conduct their selves — but this morning, I had enough. Enough of them and everyone who is around me, over-flowing their perceived self-importance and rudeness.

It annoys the hell out of me that I have to deal with these kind of people.

You know, I have worked with a host of characters before: gays, transgenders and even women who didn’t finish school and had to earn a living as dancers in Japan. They didn’t finish school, they experienced life at its rawest — BUT THEY WERE KIND AND HUMANE. It’s just sad that now, I am amongst graduates of so-called “premiere universities in the Philippines” but their attitude does not befit their so called status or education. These girls are good examples that good manners and breeding does not equate with education or social status. Being human, being kind is beyond that.

I won’t lie to this blog. I don’t know if I’ll last. It’s not even because of how hard my current job is, or the fact that I work twelve hours a day, more if needed. Or that I barely see my friends, much more my family. That I am sick, yet still working.

I won’t bitch about how demanding my job is because all of that comes with the gravity of my position, and it is part of my responsibilities as their employee.

Everyday, I try to take it one day at a time. I try not to focus on how I am amongst these kind of people, and just do my job and earn my keep. But I am not dense. I am not made of wood. I have a feeling that one of these days, I’ll have enough and that’s it. It won’t be a pretty scene I tell you.

One Comment Add yours

  1. fizzywoohoo says:

    I’m really sorry to hear this. Here’s a virtual *hug* from me to you.

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