Happy Birthday to Me!
Today is my birthday. I'm 31. As I'm writing this, the only good thing about my birthday has been chocolate cake that my co-workers gave me, along with the birthday card with a picture of a sleeping puppy. And also, I got the exact same e-card from my aunt, my parents and my brother.
I had to work on my birthday. I hate that. If I ran a company, one of the annual holidays that my employees would get would be their own birthdays. No "you can have your birthday off if you have the vacation time and if no one else is off that day". You'd just automatically have your birthday off, like a national holiday.
But working on my birthday isn't the only problem with being at work today. I got my paycheck last week, and they still haven't corrected my pay. It's now month 7 that I've been underpaid, and no matter how much I nag no one will do anything about it. I've given them until next month to pay what they owe me or I'll be contacting the union.
The longer I work there the more I feel like they're singling me out to treat me especially like crap. Now, it's the government, so they treat everyone like crap as standard procedure. But it has been getting worse for me while everyone else seems about the same. I've been working there for a year and a half. The promise when I was hired was that I'd start out on maternity and then get cross-trained on everything else. I've been here a year and a half and I'm still on maternity. People who started months after me have been put into the regular work rota and are being treated like regular staff. I'm heading towards two years at this job, and if I do anything outside maternity I have to have my work checked by the boss like a stupid noob. I hate being made the permanent trainee. They treat me like I'm too stupid to do anything other than maternity. Forget the fact that my IQ is in the top 5% of the population. I'm fat and I'm American, so I must be stupid. I need to get out of here. Working here makes me hate people in general. I miss the internet industry. I miss working with people who are genuinely smarter than me rather than people who just think that they're smarter than me.
Anyway, on to more uplifting topics.
Christmas was pretty good. For dinner we had beef. A lot of beef. Probably too much beef. I got some good presents like a crochet book and a new Zen Stone mp3 player. I also got some good toys like beanie toys of a groundhog and a Highland cow and some video games.
I'm itchy. I think it's because I was playing with Fudge last night. He was sitting on me (I was wearing my anti-piggy fur apron) and he was very fidgety and kept jumping over onto Neil, who was trying to play Star Wars Lego on his Nintendo DS, but it was difficult because a fat little guinea pig kept launching itself onto his chest.
Now that I'm home I'm looking forward to a real birthday celebration tonight. Husband is picking up home kebabs and we have chocolate birthday cake. And I can open my birthday presents. Apparently some are so large that they are hiding in the attic. I hope it's a walrus.
Alana
