I do my best to not be negative on this blog. I try not to complain about petty little things. I try to see the good in everything.
But I've had it. I can't take it anymore. There is no good to come of this.
Last August, When I got the promotion, I should have taken Mr. Bossman up on the new office.
But no....I wanted to stay up front, where I could do both jobs. Am I sick? Would appear so.
Actually, I'm a control freak. I didn't want some cute little ditz to come in and fill "my"position and then have to hear about how shitty she is from the guys. So I stayed up front where I can continue to get the good Home Depot coupons and make sure that "my job" gets done properly.
Now, I am regretting that decision. Not because I'm overwhelmed. Not because I can't do it.
But because I'm sick of people taking my shit. What the hell people!?!
Just because I don't have a door on my office doesn't mean I don't mind you taking my pens, rulers, calculators and all manner of office supplies. Because I do. I really do mind when you open my drawers and look for something you think you have to have without asking. I do mind when you hover about my desk and have juvenile discussions about politics, religion or last weekends trip when I am on the phone.
This is my office and just as I wouldn't walk into your office (you know, the office that has a door and a lock?) and shuffle through your stuff without asking, I expect the same of you. I'm asking for a modicum of respect when it comes to my workspace. Ok?
Now back the bleepity bleep off and stay the bleepity bleep away from my stuff!