Hum
On the subject of people, I know I do a lot of ranting/bitching on here. Mostly because I find myself irritated with the general populous and without an outlet. I'm finding that quite a bit of my friends are self absorbed when it comes to me trying to confide in them. I try to tell them something and instead of getting a response related to mine, I get to listen to them rant about something entirely different instead. And I do listen, because they're my friends. But when do I get a turn?
But whatevs right? I guess this is my outlet. I am currently at work and while I would like to read my book since I've finished most of my tasks and am just waiting for other people to come check out, I need to get this off my chest.
People are not as helpful as they try to portray. And it's not that they're not knowledgeable about how to do it, they just don't feel the need to help/support me when I turn to them. Perhaps it's because they know that I'm a returner. But guess what? If you don't remember me from last year, it means that I am not a current returner. It has been about 2 years since I last worked here and while somethings are familiar, a lot of the procedures have eluded me and I do need some prompting.
Oh and on first impressions, people usually say you only get one. I do believe in second chanced sometimes but today, my first interaction with another coworker was unpleasant in a way. She was completely rude to me, being very short with me when I had called to remind her to unforward the phones since I was on the phone with a guest that was trying to reach her. She is not the only one that is stressed and busy at work, I had to keep a guest on hold which trying to contact her and help the people here. Perhaps if she arrived just a tad bit earlier, then she could handle her business without affecting others. It only takes a couple seconds to unforward the phone and she could have done it while talking to me instead of being rude. But whatevs, maybe I won't write her off yet since overwhelmed people tend to snap. But fuck you, I was doing my job.
Oh and old friends? Or rather people that I used to be friends with but have since drifted apart. I know that we're no longer close, but just because we're no longer friends but rather acquaintances now, one would expect that you would perhaps be a little more courteous instead of spiteful. I found out from an old high school friend that they were trying to organise a high school reunion. She had wondered if my other friend from high school had told me about it. She didn't. That would explain the phone call from her out of the blue. But I was at work so I didn't pick up. One would expect a voicemail. Obviously that had slipped from her mind. Or perhaps she was being a lazy bitch. And the bitch part refers to the fact that what probably happened was that someone asked her to call me and let me know. And she decided to call me and since I didn't pick up, didn't leave a message since all she had to do was call me. That is a bitchy move and I could see her doing that. Entirely rude in my opinion and not that surprising since the reason I haven't talked to her since is because she hasn't answered and of my phone calls nor texts. And no, she didn't bother to return my call either. I don't like to waste my time and unlimited texts on people that are going to be rude and just ignore my attempts at communication. Oh, and she didn't even bother to wish me a happy birthday when people I am not that close to did. So fuck her. If I even bother going to the reunion, which I probably won't since I'm working the graveyard shift, I probably wouldn't bother trying to catch up with her since it's obvious she's decided that being polite is out of the question as well. I probably would have tried to take the day off if I had known. But since I didn't, and that particular day is my graveyard shift, I think I'd rather sleep than to drive 2 hours to see some people that I am not particularly excited to see.
And this ends my rant. Maybe something other that people irritating me will make it's way into this blog. But until then...
