this is my dance space
they (they is/are the majority, and this is the one thing i learned in college) say children absorb what they can in a sponge-like fashion from birth to 5 years of age and become, essentially who they will be, personality wise, quirks and all, as adults in for the rest of their lives. in this respect, i am, an only child. as my sister was not born until i was 15. i am your stereotypical 'only child'. i can be classically classified as spoiled, selfish and bratty.
My current job is just that, a job. In reaching my crossroads, as every good twenty-something generally does, is when I got this one. I must say that, for the most part, I lucked out, BIG. i have been fortunate enough to live close to work, 98%(colorful) men (successful, inspiring, good looking, etc)...this group has quickly become my family, and for that, I am eternally grateful. However, along the way we had somehow acquired a few 'undesirables' along the way, perhaps the moon was full or mercury in retrograde, after they quit or get fired, i become more grateful for the keepers we have and hopeful for our next new hires to come.
At my job, I unwillingly share a desk space. That's the only child in me speaking, although, I cant imagine anyone in any order of birth or job wanting to share a work/desk space. At one point there was a girl who had more friends in a shorter amount of time ever, who was getting married, in which case i would have to figure out a way to get her shift covered, and in some cases it fell upon me. Dont get me wrong, i needed the money because, well, i always do, who couldnt use extra money and to be honest, anyone over the age of thirty isnt going out partying every weekend night anyway, if i wanted to, i could party on a tuesday night, truly, it makes no real difference to me. When this twenty-something would come in for her shifts, somehow every monday morning i noticed it was taking me up to 15 minutes to clean up after her just so i could sit and begin to get settled into my area. this was annoying. i know what you're thinking, up-tight only child needing things her way or the highway, however, this is not the case, not at all... boxes of paper would somehow end up over turned in the closet and thrown like a strike on trees, working and all around cleanliness, computer keyboard stickiness that resembled something similar to that of a hot night alone at the desk with a bottle of lubricant, LA Times from friday, saturday and sunday still piled all on the lobby side table, volume on the computer is always turned all the way up or mysteriously all the way down, speakers unplugged, heater under the desk still on from the night before, as well as the overhead light....my work space had ben run amuk and was utterly unbearable to work in without a clear and consistent sanitizing.
My patience, weekend after weekend, whether she worked or not, was growing thinner by each Monday. After leaving "well enough alone" (whatever that means) I had written an email to both weekend parties who worked, even though the boy, knew it wasnt directed towards him, he is, after all, the one who kinda ratted her out, his loyalty was with me over her. we're all family here, remember? she gets the email and does take it as a personal attack and retorts back with an uber defensive-crazy person email. its full of sass and even after being ratted out by more than one person, she has no leg to stand on. i forward it to others to make sure i'm not the one who has lost my damn mind. they concur, its not me, definitely her. i go off on a maniacal - like rant and curse her name til im exhausting from bitching. i am overheard by more than one person in my desk space, as it is pretty high traffic, the following weekend she quits. surely word had gotten back to her that the prognosis wasnt good. well, not for her anyway. good riddance to you, captain dipshit.
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