Bitter Ex-Nuke Wife

Hey Betch, Your Job is Not To Update Your Facebook Status

In this day of rampant unemployment one would think that the gainfully employed, especially the ones drowning in consumer debt, would work their asses off when they are on the clock.  One would think.  However, where I work not everyone thinks at all, let alone thinks that completing 8 hours of productive work is beneficial to keeping their job.

 

Case in point:  There is one person in AR and she won’t do one iota of work more than she needs to do.  Apparently she does not appreciate that her job is pretty damned important.  Consider that if she does not get the billing out on time then no money comes in from our clients.  Completing this job once a month appears to be so much more than she can handle that there have been months when she was so late getting it done the next billing cycle has started.

 

As an aside:  Why she is even still employed here is beyond me but I’m not the president so my opinion isn’t solicited in these matters.

 

Do not think for even one minute that there is too much work for just one person.  There is not enough work for one person in this sorry economic time.  It’s just that her priorities at work are more akin to making and receiving upwards of 10 personal calls a day, playing Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook, posting status updates on Facebook, and commenting on everyone of her 100+ Facebook friends status’.  Come on Lil Missy, you weren’t hired to play on Facebook.  As a matter of fact Facebook wasn’t even an option when you were hired seven years ago.  We can also consider the enormous amount of spam-like emails she forwards to everyone.  Would that be more work time spent on non-work related tasks?  Why yes, yes it would be.

 

Why do I give a rat’s ass about her dink work habits?  Because I am perpetually flogged with HER WORK to keep the department on track and to keep HER OFFICE from looking like a room from Buried Alive.  All the overkill filing, sorting, more filing, making folders, making labels, stuffing envelopes, printing mailing labels,  the list goes on ad nausea.  She has become so brazen in expecting me to do HER WORK that she just lugs the boxes of months old invoices to sort and file up to my desk and tells me that it needs to be done, now. 

 

I suppose it it could be worse.  I could be living her life.

Vacation, all I ever wanted...

Why are the lives of my Facebook friends so much better than mine?  The pictures they post from their childhoods have me green with envy; not only that they have loving families, both immediate and extended, but that they traveled and went on vacations. And not just to Disney World but to foreign countries with fabulous beaches, mountains, and historical buildings.  I didn’t have any of that, not one bit as a child. Not the loving parents, nor the kindred relationships with my siblings.  We didn’t leave near our extended family so there were no friendships with cousins either.  Nothing that even comes close to a family.

 

Consequentially, I have no pictures with any ohh and aahh value to post on my FB page.  And I do peruse my friend’s pictures, especially when one of them posts an album aptly named Family Fun that depicts events from our younger days.  What really sucks is when I can recall most of the events pictured and not as a participant mind you, but as an envious listener as my friend recanted the tales of a fabulous trip they had just returned from with their family.  The super lucky friends didn’t have to settle for just their parents as vacation providers, they had two sets of grandparents and sometimes aunts and uncles they traveled with.  Not every trip was an over-the-top 4 star adventure.  Sometimes the vacation was camping in a national park, or a quick weekend at the local lake side tent site.  This was still a cause of envy for me because it was the time spent with loving and fun people that I wanted, craved and yearned for so much more than the destination itself. 

 

Having no memories or experiences of vacations from my childhood to draw from, it stands to reason that as an adult and sadly, a parent, I was never one to get my family packed up and on the road to adventure.  For a few years we did migrate to Colorado for a week of fabulous skiing courtesy of my in-laws and the home they owned in Summit County but, that is about it for family fun.

 

Now that my only child is 25 and is no longer asking to go to Mickey Mouse’s House, or to the “space place to see the rockets”, or to Grandmas and to see the animal house (zoo) I am finally beginning to appreciate that vacations and travel are an awesome way to spend time and money.  I refuse to get started on regrets and sorrow over missed opportunities.  I would wallow in the pond of misery for too long. 

 

So thanks Facebook friends, for having such fabulous lives, and for sharing all the wonderful pictures of your perfect adventures.  In addition to drooling envy at the façade of your lives I am finally figuring out that even in this year that I turn 50, it is not too late to start having a life.  Pictures coming soon!