Zumba! Zumba!

Work has been looking a little more positive lately.  I can't say that "Nosy B*tch" has stopped pulling any of her tricks, but I'm wising up as to how to deal with her.  I noticed once again work that didn't look like my own, so I forwarded it on to my supervisor (explaining that I would be more than happy to fix the error, however it didn't look like my writing style).  She looked into the situation and found out that it was generated on "Nosy B*tch's" computer, my supervisor said that it must have been an "accident", but to let her know if it happens again.  HA!  Caught "Nosy B*tch" messing with my work & now my supervisor is aware of it.  If it happens again it won't look like so much of an "accident".

New trainees have started and my supervisor chose "Nosy B*tch" and I to teach them (even though a few others have been there much longer than I am), which gives me positive reinforcement that I must be doing something right for her to chose me to train someone new (even when I am fairly new myself).  I'm sure that boils "Nosy B*tch's" blood to know that I've only been there a short time, and I'm already at her level.

Another reason my husband and I have concluded that "Nosy B*tch" probably has it out for me is because the one guy at work that she thinks is hot (and has talked about it ever since I started) used to flirt with her and move around stuff on her desk (childish way to flirt in my opinion).  NOW...he tries to flirt with me and messes with stuff on MY desk - great...   #1  I'm married.  #2  He's not hot  #3  HE's married!  I'm sure that is just another tally against me as to why "Nosy B*tch" would like me to fail.  I inadvertently stole her 'work crush'. 

Anyway, enough about that mess!  I recently started Zumba with my mother-in-law (she has been going for 3 years).  I am amazed by how much sweat I POUR within an hour while doing this stuff.  I have learned that I am indeed NOT coordinated - I stumble around like a drunken peg-legged pirate.  I am feeling less physically weak though, so I imagine it is helping in that respect.  It has been on my "bucket list" to try (who doesn't have one of those these days?), so I'm happy that I marked another new activity off of my list.

My husband is doing well at his new job.  His workplace did their annual review for everyone (even though he had only been there 3 months at that point).  He figured that they would review him, but understood that an annual raise was out of the question.  However, he was floored when they gave him a raise.  He figured it would at least be pro-rated for the time he had been there, however they gave him a full 4% raise due to how much change and growth he has spurred within the company in his short time there.  He's doing so well, and I'm so proud of him for it.  I wish I could emulate that success for myself - which he tried to point out to me that I earned a 4% raise after my 30 day review.  I just didn't consider it to be as substantial because I don't make as much as him, but I suppose I need to be proud of myself for achieving it anyway.

Our home is still on the market, although we had a very promising showing on Friday (the day we buried a Saint Joseph statue in our yard- which is supposed to help sell your home- a tradition).  The people who saw it called back that same day to ask about our average electric bills, water bills, taxes, etc.  Stuff people normally wouldn't ask unless they are fairly interested, so I'm hoping we'll hear something back from them this week.

"Silly B*tches, Tricks are for Kids"

I wish I could report that things at work are running more smoothly, however, two weeks later and it still feels like I'm trying to avoid having knives stabbed into my back.

Last Thursday evening, two other new workers and myself, went out for drinks.  I knew they were feeling a little of the frustration and stress I was, but I didn't know it was affecting them as deeply as it was myself.  We vented, we fumed, we cursed, and we banded together.  My "amigos" are 60ish and 30ish.  We've bonded over the fact that we all seem to be targeted for being "new", although they seem to think that I have the biggest target on me for some reason.

The individual who sits next to me seems to think that they are my boss, however, they have been working there only 6 months.  We'll call them "Nosy b*tch" for practical purposes... ;-)  Nosy b*tch likes to order the others around, and I think because they are afraid of being targeted by her that they fall into line below her (like a self-made hierarchy of sorts).  My "amigos" and I don't fall into the category of bowing down before her, therefore, we have become her targets.  It's like the movie "Mean Girls" except in an adult office setting- pathetic really.

"Nosy B*tch" likes to ask me (after nearly every phone call that she has to answer) if I am logged onto the phones.  I have to answer that question to her several times a day because God forbid she might be doing more work than I am.  I've learned to stop answering and let the silence answer the question for her.
"Nosy B*tch" also likes to take several 15 minute smoke breaks throughout the day, however, she will chastise anyone new who runs to the bathroom with an appraising look.  "Nosy B*tch" also likes to take a long longggggg look at my computer screen and phone whenever she walks by (to see what I'm doing & if my phone is on "do-not-disturb"-which it never is).  I took it upon myself to place a Post-It Note on top of my phone screen with a big Smilie Face and wrote "HI" on it.  If she's going to be SO transparent about hovering over me to catch errors then I'm going to let her know that I know whats going on.  I don't know if she takes me for naive or stupid, but she has another thing coming.

Today she was openly complaining about a work related problem, so we all started offering suggestions of how to fix it or things she could try.  I stupidly offered a suggestion to help, and she snapped, "K,Thanks".  It was really short and clipped.  One of my "amigos" looked at me and mouthed, "WHAT A BITCH!"  However, whenever I am on the phone with a customer she will LOUDLY tell me things I need to say.  I WISH I could put the customer on hold....look at "Nosy B*tch" and tell her to mind her own f*cking business....then go back to my phone call as if nothing happened.

I've also noticed errors on some of my work coming back to me to "fix".  My initials are on the computerized work, however the writing style is not my own.  This has happened twice so far, however, I have no way to prove that someone is putting my initials on things to make it seem as if I am doing it.

Today our phones were being odd, and they logged all of us out.  An announcement was made, so we would all log back in.  After receiving a phone call "Nosy B*tch" made a loud statement out loud to nobody in particular that, "I really hope everyone logged back into their phones because it sure doesn't seem like it.  I don't know if all the new people know to log back on or not".  Why doesn't she just have the guts to call us out by name?  It's pathetic how "middle school drama'ish" it is...

I could tell a lot more stories, however, "Nosy B*tch" is only one of the lovelies that I get the joy of working with (and the privilege of sitting next to).  Wish me luck tomorrow...I'm going to need it to not bust her in the face with my happy little knuckles :-)

In the words of a Trix cereal commercial (slightly edited by myself):  Silly B*tches, Tricks are for Kids.