3-19-21
Why does it always feel like the drama of the workweek comes to a head at the last possible second? The last three Fridays we’ve had to deal with a sales rep and their last minute jobs as they come to fruition. The frustrating part is that the only reason they come about late is because she waits for the last minute.
Neither me nor many of my coworkers like the person in question. They’re a terrific sales person and know how to make a good deal, but beyond that they’re not a very good team player. This is not my observation of them as a person in general, but as a coworker I have to interact with regularly. They throw everyone under the bus, the don’t take responsibility for their mistakes, and altogether they abuse their seniority in the company to bypass procedure and, ultimately, create headaches for everyone but themselves.
It’s not as if I care all that much. I get paid one way or another and at the end of the day I’m grateful for the luxury of a job that allows me to do just a bit better than survive. That being said, it is a little grating knowing I have to care about mine and someone else’s responsibilities in a significant way. They trust me to do my job, so why can’t they trust you to do yours?
All things considered it is a privilege to only have petty work complaints. The sun is shining today, I am not drowning in a paperwork backlog, and tomorrow is the weekend and, I suppose, the first day of spring. It has been a few weeks since I stopped smoking and I feel much much better.
Love you mom, dad, sis, Marie, Amelia, kitty
-E.B.
Ed Boy 