I'm going to rant to you on my blog because I don't know who I can trust at work. Haha. I think when I'm unsure of who won't pass gossip on, the best thing to do is NOT SAY ANYTHING.
But I need to get stuff off my chest so here goes:
I'm absolutely FED UP with "Cupcake Kara".
My contract at the Front Desk ended, I got a new offer with Parks upstairs. I went and started my new job, quickly bonded with my team and really, really enjoyed my role. Because the new role was part time, my mental health was starting to get better and all was well.
But then cupcake Kara didn't want her job anymore. She applied for a new job with Communities. She got it.
Her role as Information Officer was then available and rather than going through 2 months of training someone new on a very complicated role, I was moved back. It's a 12 month contract and is really good pay.
I'm tired in the return to long hours, but have all my 'how to' notes from being in this role previously. I'm missing my team from Parks and missing the cheeky banter with my 'old' boss but I'm doing my best to work in a more steady, stable contract.
Now. Here's where it all goes to crap.
Cupcake Kara DOESN'T LIKE HER NEW JOB. She hates her new role and can't have her old role back because I'M sitting at 'her' desk.
Instead of accepting HER OWN BLOODY DECISION to move roles, Kara is instead spending as much time as she can AT MY DESK. She leans over me as I'm typing and her hot, horrible breath is constantly in my ear "You've missed a full stop".
"Kara" I have attempted patience for 9 days straight now. "Please let me do my job. I'm sure you're very busy in your own role - do you not want to go to your desk and familiarise yourself with what you're doing now?"
"Nope" she'll shake her head "I want to be here. No one talks to me where I work, I sit in a corner by myself. I like this role so much more. I want to be here as much as I can, I love being with you girls".
The problem is I DON'T LIKE HANGING OUT WITH KARA WHILE I'M TRYING TO DO MY OWN JOB.
Kara has an orchid on 'her' old desk. It's my desk now but she refuses to take her stupid plant with her. It's her excuse to come and sit RIGHT IN MY FUCKING FACE every single day - for hours. "I'm just watering/pruning/talking to/maintaining/checking on my orchid" she'll say. EVERY FUCKING MORNING.
"I think your orchid should be on your new desk" I've strongly suggested.
"No no, it's a great reason to come by and visit with my girls" she replied.
FFS. I'm your co-worker, Kara. Not your girl.
I'd rather stab myself repeatedly in the eye with a kitchen knife than be personally associated with you.
My problem is that the other 2 women here ABSOLUTELY LOVE HER. They encourage her visits "Hi Kara! Come on over - grab a cup of tea" and while the 3 of them have a lovely little tea party, I'm covering the front desk ON MY OWN and racing around like mad making sure customers are seen to.
I'm exhausted and fed up. I'm so fucking ANGRY about being used in this way and ANGRY with myself for not sticking up for myself and asking "Can I get some help here, Ladies?" No. I just race around making sure everything is done.
"We love your visits, Kara" both ladies coo.
I wonder if they'd feel the same with her standing behind them, leaning into their personal space and shouting in their ears about how to do their jobs?
My current boss "Laura" really likes her, too.
So all my complaints have fallen on deaf ears.
"Be patient with her, Janet - she's finding things hard"
I AM TOO. I LITERALLY CAN'T DO MY JOB.
I feel so upset and emotional about this because I've literally lost sleep.
It's her or me.
I need to start looking for a new job and I need to leave. I need to do everything I can to keep sane in the meantime.
My plan for the next time Cupcake Kara shows up for her 'daily fucking gardening and tea with the ladies' visit, I'm going to leave the desk.
If customers come, they can complain about being ignored. I'm not going to do the work of 3 people to cover for them anymore.
If Kara stands behind me again and leans in to talk directly into my ear, I'm going to get up and I'm going to WALK AWAY and not come back until she leaves.
I don't see any other way through this, really.
Wish me luck,
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