I got up this morning after six hours of sleep and thought – ok, today sucks already because I’m cold and tired but maybe I can get some writing done. I walked into work this morning to hear my most offensive coworker complaining about a professor very reasonably giving a young woman an extension on turning in some work because she’s dealing with a Title IX incident (for my non-US followers, that means that she’s either been harassed or assaulted). I – am currently sitting here trying not to clench my fists, or my teeth, because I’ve said what I could say without actually getting into a shouting match with the coworker in question (much as I’d like to), and yet I am still incredibly angry because no, you do not just “get over” fucking sexual harassment, it’s fucking traumatic, and GODS this woman is a piece of shit. Also, it’s the start of fall and I just kind of want to curl up and not deal with anything for the next six months or so because fuck winter and the cold and the dark, that’s why.
Tag: fuck this place
Dear Coworker,
I feel like shit. I think I might be running a slight fever, I literally feel slightly dizzy every time I have to stand up out of this chair, and the feeling doesn’t really leave when I sit down, it just gets less concerning. I have still gotten up to get the wretched counter traffic about 10 times more than you have today. Get up off your fucking arse and get the goddamn counter a bit more or so help me gods I will make it a point to throw up in your lap if all this up and down causes me to get sick, don’t try me.
Seriously Done,
Meg
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