Have you heard the saying that if everything is going your way you must be going the wrong direction? Well I am going uphill bothways in the snow while wearing my one pair of dry pants lately.
As if all of everything out of my control is not bad enough lately, today I got a call from my present job (another office) asking about me for a position I am trying to upgrade to...(or so I heard that this is how it came about). So almost a month after getting in trouble for that stupid email, I get called in and "oops they forgot to tell me that they will have to take my permisions to move to management away for 6 months.) Then I will have to be re-evaluated. So basically I cannot have the job or any that I have in for because I am on a probation for 6 months.
I am not sure about you, but I feel if this was part of the punishment then I should have been told a month ago and seeing they forgot to..."tough titties".
I am so pissed. I have had this (it is called a PIN) for about 6 years now. So 6 years down the tube for something that every person handing down this punishment (minus one) has told me openly that they would be fired if their emails were checked. But this comes from higher up so there is nothing that can be done. technically I should be fired. They are management so they are not checked like us reps. So I just got my access revoked. A month after the appropriate punishment was handed down. There is nothing I can do about it.
Then I called to see if I could get my camera in the show tonight. They said yes then sent a stern email saying no from the host of the show. So I leave it at home. So how come I get in and everyone has a camera? Even grandma has a camera. I got nothing.
Then I bought a ticket to a very small show and they changed locations on us at the last moment. The people that had seats before this get reserved up close seating. I ended up third row in a pretty nice seat reserved..
So how come seeing it is so close and any movement is painfully loud and obtrusive on the show. At intermision I was like 1 minute late from the RestRoom. I go to sit in my seat and there sits a (no joke) 7 foot man at least and this tiny little blond. I stop and stare at them for a second and it is painfully obvious they are in my seats...The music starts and they won't move. To make a fuss would have interupted what was an absolutely wonderful show. Fortunately there were two seats right behind ours and for quiets sake I sat there. But this MF'er is 7 foot tall and I cant see and his gal is just talk talk talking all the way through the preformance. So I move way to the left giving me lousy seating. Finally pisssed off and feeling a bit like putting my foot through this mans chair, I tell him. And he looks at me and at how I am just one row away and I can see it is crazy to move for we already have a scene going. So he buys us a drink and we skip it. BUT the row I sat on had about 5 drunk ladies that had to pee every few moments and I have never seen anything like this. They talked nonstop as if they were in a bar just as loud as can be through the most of the second half.
So my friend tells them to shush and they do, but one keeps glaring at me. So I tell her thank you for shutting up. Well she must have thought I said F** You..., and it was on. Her friends trying to keep her seated and I was praying for her to start something or swing about then. She backed off, but started in afterwards. I blew her off, but I really thought I was going to have to fight 5 drunk "Plano looking women tonight."
I keep thinking something will give. This was to be a relaxing night and sleep in as late as I want tomorrow. But my son just walked in and springs it on me that he has band at 6. AM. So basically that plan is Shot 2 S***.
I keep thinking that either I am paying a whole freaking armies kharma...or I am really on the right track. I would like to think the right track.
but......at the same time.............
I just want to cry. I try so hard to just be a plain good person and I swear it is taken advantage of at every turn. So does this mean you have to compromise what you feel to be the correct way to handle things in order to just not get stomped into a mudhole? I swear I am rapidly turning into an asshole. Very bitter and fighting not to give into it right now.