The Watchers Council

I have this photo taped to my monitor at work. Its the final moment, the summation of everything.  All the years of crap are behind her and she has won. It helps, this picture. 


Last night I was all bitter and filled with hate about my job. Trying to make me feel better Mark said I should think of work like I am Buffy and work is the Watchers Council. That made me feel better for a little while but when I woke up this morning I was in a terrible mood again. I decided that there is just no human kindness where I work. People at my job are insanely driven and egotistical.  They think that because they work where they work they must already be on the positive side of the karma scale so they can treat everyone else like poo. As I drove into the parking garage at the Watchers Council today I really said out loud “There is just no human kindness here.” I was talking to myself, but still, such drama! 


After I sat down at my desk I was looking at the photo trying to gather the strength to read email when  my boss’s boss walked up and handed me two Reeses Easter Eggs and whispered “Half off at Rite Aid”, and then walked away. Either you get this joke or you don’t, but I question if this was an actual act of kindness or a strategic if pathetic attempt to mend a rather significant bridge she burned recently.


As I was eating lunch this cute little project manager came up to my desk and told me the that he went to high school with Freddie Prinze Jr. and that the guy is really stupid and lucky to be married to Buffy and then he started talking about how he has to have his back waxed on a regular basis. I’m like, !?!?!?! Do I really present myself in a way that people just feel comfortable telling me things like this? Does this somehow relate to the fact that people feel free to treat me like crap too?


Later I had coffee with the person who would be my counterpart if I get this new job I want. He’s a lot more technical than I am, but he hates the people part, so I explained that people just come up to me and start talking about waxing their back hair. That made him snort coffee out of his nose. It’s always helpful to make people laugh when you want them to hire you. I think I may have a good shot at this job and I want it really bad. Continue the mantra, “8% raise, another week of vacation. 8% raise, another week of vacation.”


Finally, I learned this afternoon from my lawyer that my evil RAT FUCKER homeowner’s association is going to finally pay me the $5900 for the repairs I had to do on my house SEVENTEEN MONTHS AGO. Seventeen months and $800 in legal fees later, I win. I don't really feel like Buffy at all here.  I truly hate these people, but at least now I can now pay off my trip to Barcelona.


What do all of these things have in common? Nothing I fear. Back to the mantra....









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