Someone sent me a few very nasty comments, which, hey, thanks for reading! Come back next week and try the lunch special!
I should of course ignore them. Instead, I will summarize the main points in a bulleted list, mostly because the original submission was so rife with grammatical errors and curses that I cannot bring myself to repeat it verbatim.
Based on that last post about my travel schedule, I am all of the following:
- An ungrateful biatch who should appreciate anything my job throws at me no matter what
- a horrible person to say these things when so many people (including the comment-writer) are out of work or stuck in horrible jobs they can’t leave
- a spoiled brat whose husband clearly is the breadwinner and has never had a terrible boss or a truly bad day
I get it. I am immensely thankful for my job. I enjoy it. I am grateful every single day that I have gainful employment, amazing benefits, and the opportunity to use my brain at work and travel a bit and have a very cushy chair. The constant travel and how it was affecting my life was my only concern, and that is fixed. I wrote about it after the fact, after it was changed. I have no complaints – I have nothing but love for this job. Especially IN THESE TOUGH ECONOMIC TIMES. Because I guess now that we’re done putting everything in the context of Michael Jackson, we’re back to putting everything in the context of THESE TOUGH ECONOMIC TIMES.
Part of the reason I appreciate my current situation so much is that I know how bad it can be. In the past, I experienced some awful, toxic, soul-crushing work environments with the kinds of bosses who make you throw up in the morning before you go to work and cry on the way home. And you can’t quit because you have bills to pay, and god, how endless they seem when you subtract one income, even though it might not be as big as your spouse’s. It becomes getting through one more day, one more hour, one more minute. And yes, thank god I have a support system, thank god I have my husband, because when I got to the point where I had to force myself to get through even a single second of the day, I had to to take a scary, scary leap off a cliff. And he was brave enough to catch me, to catch both of us.
But please do not assume that I have never had a rough work situation, that things have been easy. I could tell you stories about things people have done and said that would make your head spin around in disbelief like that little girl in the exorcist, and you would spew green bile and then you would choke on it.
Because I promise you, if we held the Olympics of past job insanity, and I entered the decathlon of ridiculous shit a colleague or boss could do to you, unless yours caused you physical harm or ran over your cat, I would win the gold medal and the silver medal, and quite possibly, the bronze medal. I would set a world record. And then, the National Anthem of Double Vision (which we do have, it’s the song by Foreigner also called Double Vision, because I am lazy and lack creativity) would play and the flag of Double Vision would be raised three times simultaneously for each of those medals I won. And I would weep tears out of my broken eyes and put my hand over my heart and they would put this spectacle in musical montages for years to come and someday, I would be the subject of a Bud Greenspan documentary.
Because I would win.
So please think for a second before you make assumptions or send mean comments that are nasty for the sake of being nasty about this particular topic. Remember that you’re dealing with the Bruce Jenner of this shit, the one before the plastic surgery and all that Kardashian nonsense. Step off.
