I go into the office as early as I do, 4:40am most mornings, because the office is usually empty at that hour and there's no one around to bother me. The place is quiet and I can get some work done without having to hear or see any of my coworkers. The majority of my coworkers are just there, taking up space and not really doing much as far as actual work goes, beyond socializing and spending an incessant amount of time on their cell phones. Some don't even bother to hide the fact that they're bullshitting on their phones and doing so on company time.
Yesterday morning, one of those useless workers came into the office at just after 6am. She, like so many of my coworkers, decides that she is going to come into the office while in the middle of a phone call. She can't just come into the office quietly. She can't walk to her cubicle without disturbing me, being that her desk isn't that far from mine. She can't be respectful of other people who are already in the office, working diligently and who may not want to hear that shit. I know that I don't care to hear her phone call and the reason why I can hear her is because her damn voice carries and she apparently can't seem to locate her indoor voice. Kindergartners can do that sort of thing, but this bitch apparently can't. She happens to be one of the newer workers in the building and she's definitely not that special. She does not stand out, at least not for anything good or even remotely stellar. She's just there, thinking she's hot shit, because she's finally out of training, though she has not done anything, as far as actual work goes. As far as I'm concerned, she is just a body occupying a cubicle. You could have just as well put a mannequin or a corpse there and you'd get the same amount of work production.
A lot of people in the office are ridiculously sensitive to the lighting there. To mitigate this, some workers have placed protective covers over their tops of their cubicles to block this office light from lighting their cubicle and providing them with a work space that they can see. Some of those cubicle covers are shaped like giant leaves. Some are round in shape and look like they're made of plastic. Regardless of what they look like, they're hideous and very unsightly. Some spots of the office look like homeless encampments because of these cubicle covers and there are a lot of workers who have them. Then, we have other workers who have asked management to place covers over some of the lights, which from what I've seen, are useless and if anything, they make the office's ceiling look trashy. I have never had a problem with the lights in the office, but apparently, a lot of the newer people have sensitive eyeballs and the office lights, I guess, are just that blinding. I need all the light I can get, because the windows do not allow enough light in to illuminate the entire building. I have also gotten into the habit of turning on the lights in the office, if necessary, when I get there in the morning. Sometimes, security turns off the lights in the hours before I get there. Sometimes, they leave them on. For the past few months now, when I arrive in the morning, I'm turning all those damn lights on. Why do I do that, you ask? Because if I don't, there is a good chance that no one will and those lights will remain off for the duration of the day. Fuck that. I need my light. If you're too sensitive, get one of those protective covers to hang over your cubicle. If you already have one, go hide under it. Do whatever you need to do to protect your overly sensitive eyes from the light, but you're not going to leave me or anyone else in the dark because you can't handle it. Fuck that and fuck you too. Sensitive mother fuckers.
Come 4:40am tomorrow, ready or not, I'm turning all the lights on, on my side of the office.
In briefly chit-chatting with a few coworkers, it was brought to my attention that a lot of the workers in the office who I already don't like are actually pretty lazy workers. I thought I was the only one who looked down on these folks, but it was refreshing to see that I definitely was not. These lazy folks are consistently looking to get out of doing anything, unless you ask them to sit on their asses and gaze mindlessly into their cell phones. If it happens to be work-related, these lazy ass work group assistants will do their damnedest to not do whatever is being asked of them. They'll pawn off the work that was being asked of them to complete on someone else. They'll plead ignorance or that somehow, whatever is being asked of them, is well above their proverbial pay grades and that they can't be asked to do it. They'll come up with some kind of excuse, such as they can't because they have to defecate and they will flee to the restroom, usually with zero sense of urgency. That, or they have to leave early, or maybe they'll admit that they can't do the work because they simply don't know how to do it. You can offer to teach them or even help them to do the task at-hand, but they'll still hit you with excuses. They don't want to work. They certainly don't want to learn. They don't want to get better. They are all complete garbage as people.
I truly enjoy my job and the work that I do.
Unfortunately, it really is the people that fuck it all up and make me want to start karate-chopping people in the throat.
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