I can’t take it anymore and I must bitch to someone but also ask advice. I know I can count on you Ladies to give me solid, ass kickin’ grrl support.
It’s my job, yes I need a job but I’m not sure if I can put up with some of the shit that goes on around me. It started with R calling me “Jezzy Face” until I finally told him to stop because I don’t like it. My name is Jezebel, you can call me Jez, but I am not fucking Jezzy Face. Plus I have to listen to this jerk talk about his sexual conquests, the guys back there make off color comments about women (yes they try to keep it down but I’m not deaf), and sending one another computer files like a woman’s naked body set up on the computer screen so you can use her body parts as an operating board.
Yesterday I get the sales guy for our printers on the phone; he is placing an order for some back up cartridges for our printers and sending me a $50 American Express check for placing the order. That’s great; I could really use the money to buy myself a bed. Then I had to put up with him suggesting that I spend it on lunch with someone or if I take it to Victoria’s Secret I have to “send them pictures of me wearing what I bought”. That little fucker even had the balls to suggest that I buy lotion; implying I send them pictures of me naked. Did I mention that he suggested that my name is an oxymoron? I’m not super sensitive and I can take a joke just like everyone else but shit, I genuinely feel disrespected and harassed.
Maybe I’m a bit touchy by the end of that day but when Pam came up to me last night and said that one of the guys made a mess in the toilet and that it was “my job” to take care of it I just about exploded on her. Now that I have more perspective on the situation I should have called our janitorial crew and asked them to come out to take care of it that night but my emotional reaction was ‘I am not the Mommy and I will not clean up someone else’s potty mess’. Then C comes up to me this morning and puts the routing slip I updated in my face saying “I suggest you clear this with everyone before you distribute it. I want JH on this list.” No one has spoken to me like that in years! It felt like he was scolding me and I’m too fucking old to be scolded like that for an honest under sight. Am I supposed to read his mind?
I almost quit this morning; I don’t feel like I should have to put up with this horse shit. For the most part the guys here are great and treat me ok; it’s just those few assholes that are making me mad. Well, I’m also pretty sick of being a Receptionist when I my skills and knowledge qualify me for more responsibilities and better pay. I’m tired of my major job description being taking orders, doing mindless tasks, and cleaning up after people. I want projects, deadlines, scopes or work, and real results to my 8 hours a day. I got such satisfaction from working for Kehillah because everything I did mattered to the Project we were working on. My creativity was appreciated and utilized, my vast knowledge base was respected, and my skills we challenged. Right now a monkey could do my job, or at least someone right out of high school with half the brains that I have.
What should I do Ladies, should I cast my line back into the Sea and discover who is interested in my brains not my boobs? Should I stick tight and thank the Gods I have a steady job while I go to school? Maybe I will scout with my temp agency and see what they have available. My inner Kali has just about had it and she’s hard to control when she wants to kick some ass.
It’s my job, yes I need a job but I’m not sure if I can put up with some of the shit that goes on around me. It started with R calling me “Jezzy Face” until I finally told him to stop because I don’t like it. My name is Jezebel, you can call me Jez, but I am not fucking Jezzy Face. Plus I have to listen to this jerk talk about his sexual conquests, the guys back there make off color comments about women (yes they try to keep it down but I’m not deaf), and sending one another computer files like a woman’s naked body set up on the computer screen so you can use her body parts as an operating board.
Yesterday I get the sales guy for our printers on the phone; he is placing an order for some back up cartridges for our printers and sending me a $50 American Express check for placing the order. That’s great; I could really use the money to buy myself a bed. Then I had to put up with him suggesting that I spend it on lunch with someone or if I take it to Victoria’s Secret I have to “send them pictures of me wearing what I bought”. That little fucker even had the balls to suggest that I buy lotion; implying I send them pictures of me naked. Did I mention that he suggested that my name is an oxymoron? I’m not super sensitive and I can take a joke just like everyone else but shit, I genuinely feel disrespected and harassed.
Maybe I’m a bit touchy by the end of that day but when Pam came up to me last night and said that one of the guys made a mess in the toilet and that it was “my job” to take care of it I just about exploded on her. Now that I have more perspective on the situation I should have called our janitorial crew and asked them to come out to take care of it that night but my emotional reaction was ‘I am not the Mommy and I will not clean up someone else’s potty mess’. Then C comes up to me this morning and puts the routing slip I updated in my face saying “I suggest you clear this with everyone before you distribute it. I want JH on this list.” No one has spoken to me like that in years! It felt like he was scolding me and I’m too fucking old to be scolded like that for an honest under sight. Am I supposed to read his mind?
I almost quit this morning; I don’t feel like I should have to put up with this horse shit. For the most part the guys here are great and treat me ok; it’s just those few assholes that are making me mad. Well, I’m also pretty sick of being a Receptionist when I my skills and knowledge qualify me for more responsibilities and better pay. I’m tired of my major job description being taking orders, doing mindless tasks, and cleaning up after people. I want projects, deadlines, scopes or work, and real results to my 8 hours a day. I got such satisfaction from working for Kehillah because everything I did mattered to the Project we were working on. My creativity was appreciated and utilized, my vast knowledge base was respected, and my skills we challenged. Right now a monkey could do my job, or at least someone right out of high school with half the brains that I have.
What should I do Ladies, should I cast my line back into the Sea and discover who is interested in my brains not my boobs? Should I stick tight and thank the Gods I have a steady job while I go to school? Maybe I will scout with my temp agency and see what they have available. My inner Kali has just about had it and she’s hard to control when she wants to kick some ass.
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Re: Fucking Monkey Job
Sat, January 31, 2004 - 6:38 PMSometimes patience is a virtue, yes... but sometimes anger is a virtue because it catapults us into action... helping us get away from toxic situations.
Be thankful that you have a job now, sure... but there is NOTHING wrong with looking for another job at the same time. There have always been classless, disrespectful men and women at every job I have ever worked, but sometimes it's good to start over with a different set of classless, disrespectful people. You never know, you could stumble upon an oasis of cool co-workers. It's worth a try. -
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Re: Fucking Monkey Job
Tue, February 3, 2004 - 4:17 PMI'm with Monika on this one. While my work environment is WAY more tolerable, I've been in the same monkey-ass job for the past year.. and believe me at times I've felt like quitting out of pure boredom. I'm also in the position of being way overqualified and being way underpaid. And I look at job postings everyday.
In the meantime, I've passed the one year mark here which means I now get employer contributions to a retirement plan for free (free money = really good.. esp. at my young age for a retirement plan) and it looks like I'm probably going to be getting a promotion/raise. And it's because the E.D. has watched me struggle with boredom and tasks that are below me for the past year that he actually came to me and said he felt I was being underutilized by the organization and is giving me an opportunity to help create my new position to suit both my desires and the organizations' needs.
And yeah, a year sounds like forever just to get noticed like that. But it's not like I've been sitting around waiting for it. I've made it very clear that I can do more and have put my skills out there for others to see, even though at the time I was not getting monetarily compensated for it. And even with the promise of a new position, I'll still be looking for another job. I guess the point is that I'd encourage you to stay on and make the best of it, all the while keeping your eyes open and on the lookout. Don't let the lethargy, boredom, and frustration of your current situation prevent you from finding a better one.
*my love and best wishes for you*
Kitty
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Re: Fucking Monkey Job
Tue, February 3, 2004 - 4:21 PMBtw.. if you're up for it (it could cost you your job and/or emotional strife).. I would strongly suggest you either threathen to sue or actually pursue a complaint of sexual harrassment against your company. There are non-profits out there who should be able to provide little to no cost legal help with this kind of b.s.
There is absolutely no excuse for having to work in a sleazy environment like that. Even strippers get to sue for harrassment if some asshole crosses the line.
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Re: Fucking Monkey Job
Wed, February 11, 2004 - 3:27 PMI'm with Kitty on this one. It sounds like you're being subjected to sexual harassment at every turn, and last I checked, that was against the law. You don't have to take it!
*hugs*
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