Hyprocrisy and Idiocy

The Boss is a walking hypocrite because as I've discovered over time, while something you do may be cause for a dressing down, if she does it its a simple mistake.

Fuck I hate that!

The Boss also has a thing about my workload. I'm supposed to know everything...EVERYTHING but should I suggest something as simple as, "Should I start processing those new books?" she will sigh, cross her arms and growl, "Haven't you got anything else to do?" It turns out that I'm not actually allowed to do anything unprompted, except I'm supposed to do everything unprompted.

Are we all clear on that?

So I now work with the idea that I never ask for work. No matter how obvious it is that it needs done. As The Boss will, in time, give me full permission to do it. If I'm lucky I can miss out on her other favourite speech, "So why haven't you done it already?"

With this in mind I started Friday with absolutely no idea how I was going to waste my 8 hour working day. I opted for some shelve tidying as it always needs done because the retarded little monkeys can't deal with the whole 'putting books back' thing. I was there for no longer than 15 minutes before I was asked to go to the circ desk. I generally don't mind but I had nothing constructive to do and her Majesty Queen Sour Face the 49th wouldn't throw me a bone.

What shits me the most is that for a few weeks now we've had a woman in volunteering. She used to be a teacher but she had a breakdown or something and now she wants to work in a library...superfantasticIdon'tcare. This perfectionist imposter has been getting all the good jobs; processing new books, chatting to booksellers (I've never, ever been invited to do that) and she even gets the reshelving. The Boss happily declared how great this woman is and happily spends hours going over library procedures in a cheerful, non-aggressive manner. I can only assume if I was some menopausal old bint from a Catholic School background my boss my love me too.

The Drama Bitch was in last lesson with all her new kind of special. I had to yell at the
tards in her class to stop them from playing with the cord the dangles from the projector screen we have attached to the roof. The little fucks continued to mess with it and did that idiot do anything...noooo.
Her two greatest moments of the entire lesson were:
Drama Bitch: "If anyone uses that interpreter thing again they're gonna be in uh really...big trouble!"
Hmm terrifying...and as she walked towards me, stretching and yawning.
Drama Bitch: "You know that time on Friday aftenoon when your brain turns to putty?"
Me: "Heh yeah..."
Me Thinking: "Your brain is always putting you fucktard!"

Ahh thank whatever god you wish for Fridays...