So apparently because I didn't know that I'm supposed to ask a certain someone where another certain someone may have acquired a product that we had in the store, which was not listed in our inventory, and not priced, I know absolutely nothing and, once again, do absolutely nothing all day long.

Ok, wait. Go back and reread that paragraph. Actually, I don't recall a point where the Troll thought I ever did anything at all because, apparently (and I should be oh so grateful for this) the Troll picks up about 50 phone calls a day that *I* miss.

I sit around all day and do nothing. I don't answer the phones and page phone calls or help customers regarding the products in our store, which I know hardly anything about because I was obviously improperly trained as it is. I don't help fold and stuff statements every single month. I haven't been helping the lady in AR by alphabetizing the invoices so she can file them (I'd file them, too, but then I would miss calls.), I also don't help her go over accounts from the previous day and match credit card payments to the form we print out with everything that went through. I haven't been helping the purchasing department get their purchase orders and invoices in order. I don't sort the mail, and I have never requested help in sorting the mail - that gets forced on me when I don't need it, because oh my freaking lord I just take too long sorting the mail.

I don't help anyone with anything. Obviously.

So when I need help, I get badmouthed. I'm stupid. I don't do anything. I'm a bitch. I apparently don't have a coherent thought in my head.

Basically, what happened is that something we had one left of in the store wasn't priced. I asked ten people and even called the purchaser at the other warehouse to find out what the price was. The purchaser told me that he didn't know anything about it, it wasn't in the inventory, he couldn't tell me anything. So I proceeded to go and ask other people in the office. I got a bunch of "I don't knows" and a huge range of prices but no one could tell me for sure.

So then I got told to go to the controller and I basically told him if he couldn't find a price, or give me a price, that I was going to quit right then and there. By this time the customer gave up on waiting for me and left. But anyway, the AP girl called over to the purchaser at the other warehouse to find out what company it was purchased from. He gave her two possibilities. Ok, if he had this information in the first place, don't you think I could have used that when I called in the first time instead of telling me he knew nothing about it because it wasn't in the inventory?

Oh wait, I'm the Stupid Silly Bitch. So sorry.

I'm in the lunch room, attempting to read my school book because big mouth is bothering me by wagging her tongue at me, when the AR lady comes into the lunch room to take her lunch break and, as she giggles, tells me what a Stupid Silly Bitch I am. I knew she was messing with me and I knew she was letting me know that the Troll was badmouthing me, possibly to the Hyena.

I love nicknaming people. There's the Mouth, the Troll, the Hyena and the Poseur. I can't tell you who these people are, because that would be bad of me and I don't care to get my hand smacked. There are others, but I don't really have nicknames for them yet. Sorry.

After awhile I was chatting and thought, gee, I could sue the Troll for Slander. But then a wonderful woman, I have an office nickname for her but I don't want to use it here in case they find me, told me no no, that I would want to sue her for defamation of character since she's quietly badmouthing me to, not only other office employees, but also to the boss when he's in the office.

So I mentioned to a couple of other people, jokingly and mentioning no names whatsoever, that I could do such a thing. One person mentioned to me that I should open a class action suit so that others who have had this same problem with her in the past, and those who have it now in the present, could join in on the lawsuit.

At least *then* should have a wonderful reason to say bad things about me, right? People tell me all the time that she talks about everyone this way and that I should just 'let it go' and all, but I put up with being badmouthed at my previous place of employment for years.

You want to know who the people are that badmouth me? The ones that *can't* get their work done because they are too busy badmouthing me and others like me who do work. They are too busy whining and crying about their miserable lives and how much work they have to do and they can't seem to figure out why there isn't any time to do it.

Those who get their work done, like I do, I don't mind helping them. But I think it is wrong that I have to do projects assigned to people who are too busy bullshitting their day away and can't get them done. I am sick and tired of all that shit that gets piled on me. I am sick and tired that when I complain, and they are honest complaints mind you, about someone who isn't doing their fair fucking share of the work, that nothing, absolutely nothing, gets done. They get told "People are saying you aren't helping, blahblahblah" and that's it. There's no following up, there isn't anything that gets written down and put into the file for future reference, yet that's familiar because nothing was ever written down for personnel files at my previous job either.

I'm a damn good receptionist. I do more than my fucking share of the work and I know that my previous job was extremely sorry to see me go. I also know that when I leave this place, there will be people who miss me as well because I do the job.

Is it really that fucking hard to sit your ass down and do your own work? Do as I do, go to work, do your job, and go home. Don't throw your miseries on the rest of the employees and don't bitch about others who you can't hold a flame to. Get your own blog and bitch about it there, just like I do. Oh wait. I do work, so I'm allowed to bitch about those who don't.

If anyone is interested in joining the Stupid Silly Bitches Posse, please feel free to contact me at: chelle(@)sweetly-evil.org. If I get enough actual people who have a really good reason as to why they are a Stupid Silly Bitch and why they should be able to join the Posse, I'll start a blog and we can all post the wonderful things that make us Stupid Silly Bitches. And yes, this will be an all Female blog. Laters.

So the plan was to start getting up earlier, say about 630 in the morning and to get ready and relax a little, perhaps even posting before going to work in the morning.

My alarm, as I told it to do so, went off at 625. I didn't get out of bed until 711.

-Sigh-

Ohwell. Perhaps next week.

Ok, I think I'm really going to do it. I'm going to create a blog called Stupid Silly Bitch and have women join who are 1) hardworking; 2) have coworkers that hate them because they are hardworkingl and 3) want a safe place to complain where no one will know who they are or where they work.

There will, of course, be some ground rules to the blog.

I'm going to work on a layout. Laters.

SSB - Stupid Silly Bitch is up and running and ready for you to join - you ladies that is. There aren't any prerequisites to joining. I am looking for hardworking women who get treated badly and badmouthed about at work or by family.

Anyone who has read my blog over the past few months has been reading about how I'm a Stupid Silly Bitch at work because I asked a question that led to a search by about 5 people. After everything was over and done with, I was being badmouthed by two of the people who had helped me out. Apparently because I've worked there for over 6 months now I should know the price of everything that isn't priced in the store, stuff that has been sitting there for a year or more.

So if this is the kind of place you work for, where you do bust your butt to get your work done and help others while you're doing it, then please feel free to email me and join Stupid Silly Bitch. There are some requests that are posted at the site.

Ok, so I know someone who is getting fired. Really fired, not just the 'ok we are going to fire you and move you here' fired, but fired fired.

I like this person and thought they were a hardworker. Am I wrong when I see this person working hard? Perhaps what I see isn't working hard at all? I don't know. I'm sure there are others that know this person is getting fired and what really sucks is that they are going on vacation tomorrow and friday. Guess when they are doing interviews? Tomorrow.

How would you like to go on vacation and come back to work to find someone else has taken your job?

I'm sure I'll be finding out how this person feels when they return from vacation. Or maybe this person will have some time to work before they get let go.

I should be in bed but I laid around in bed all afternoon. I'm off anyway. Laters.

Well I had to go to Mom's to get online. Yep. Our internet is down. We were first to report it, but since we waited all week to do it (spotty connection all week, but we had internet) they couldn't do anything for us last night. They hijacked our modem in order to figure out what the problem is, others are having shoddy connections, too and it's on the DSL provider's side. So we have no internet at home. There are a couple of WiFi places in the area, but we think they charge, and refuse to pay money for service we should have at home.
So homework got handed in a day late and I posted a notice to let the instructor know what's going on.

So this lovely post is to let all of those I love know out there that I'll be back within 48 hours, per the DSL provider, and if I am not then that means the town is buring and that I will be in need of minions.

Until the net is given back to me.. Laters.

And we're back...

Ok, so we are back on the internet! Yay!

I'm done with homework and thinking of a possible new layout. It contains blood. I haven't officially decided yet.

Laters.

I named this layout Mayhem. Enjoy!

I really, as always, don't care or want to go to work. Why is it that I can't find a good paying job where I don't have to deal with the stupid people of the office? Every single day there are 3 or 4 people that I just want to tell them to go back to their desks and do their work. That's why I have the time to help people. The only people I help are the ones who are doing their work and are backed up because they are trying to do other people's work.

What pisses me off is that the boss has the audacity to comment on how well I dress for work, how professional or nice I look, how he likes my shoes, etc, but he doesn't have the common fucking sense to comment on how well I do my job.

He doesn't comment on how well I do my job because the troll is always telling him what a horrible job I'm doing. No matter what you do or what you go through the day, her day is always more busy, more stressful, more aggravating. My day is a pain in the ass because she is the pain.

I am looking for other work, but I want to work in the type of business that I am going to school for. I don't have to have an entry level job to start out with what I'm going to school for, but just getting a job doing something with a company that knows what they are doing would be quite benefitial to the future I wanted.

So I endure with the bullshit that is going on here and make sure that I continue to do my work and help those who I know are really working. Hopefully all the pain and suffering will eventually pay off. Not sure how much more I can take.

Why is it that every time I start remembering my dreams again the first one I remember has to be about a tornado?

Yeah I put this under outings. We are officially moving to California. I know, you're sad and depressed and all that other stuff, but guess what? I'll still be blogging, hopefully even during the trip. I am hoping to be able to have internet access and to upload photos on the way there. That way everyone can see what we see (for the most part, anyway.)

Ok, so now you know. There are several people who have known. I enjoyed telling only certain people at work, one of them I knew would spread it like wildfire. So the troll found out all about it as a rumor and came to ask me about it with her little nasty smirk on her face. Yep, I'm moving. Too bad for you. She's bitching and moaning to everyone who will listen that she's going to have to run back and forth. She wouldn't have to if the boss hadn't said that she had to interview, hire and train the new receptionist. I'd have had a temp doing everything yesterday. Ohwell. I'm off.

Ok so all but a few of my books are packed up (other than one school book and one pleasure reading book), the kitchen is mostly packed, the bathroom is mostly packed, the kid is mostly packed and the bedroom is mostly packed.

The reason for this is that we are still trying to live and move at the same time and that is difficult to do. I can't pack up the entire kitchen and be able to cook, too. So it's kind of a wash dry and ... then what?

We still have to cancel the cable, electric, gas, phone and tell the office manager that they can have the trailer to sell. Yeah, have the trailer to sell. Because if they won't buy the place back then they'll hold it until the lot rent equals the value, tell us they couldn't sell it and then turn around to sell it for a profit to themselves.

Hopefully I'll get lucky and they'll buy it back. I'm leaving the washer, dryer, refrigerator, two bookshelves, a dvd shelf and the tv stand. We are taking the couch, the coffee table, the stands we bought, the dresser and probably my bed frame even though it isn't going to be needed.

This move may be all the way across the country but it will probably be the easiest move ever.

And I just found out that one of my loveable friends from the true east coast might be moving to the west coast! How could this get any better? Oh yeah, if a lot of people I love could come, that would be great, too!