livid

pamie’s job gets to her brain. what are you doing there?

dammit.

Staff meetings. The beginning of the end of my sanity. I try and keep calm here at work, but once I get told that someone is doing something wrong and since someone else is doing something inappropriate, we are all going to be punished together. I haven’t been treated this way since the first grade when all of our glue got taken away because James Vincent wouldn’t stop eating it.

I am an adult. I work with adults. Please don’t babysit me at work. Let me know if I’m doing a poor job. Let me know when I’m not doing something right. But don’t punish me with the others and take away my freedoms because someone else can’t handle it. Oh, it just chaps my hide. I tell you what. Micromanagement is dumb, dumb, dumb.

[scripty]
YOU
But pamie? Excuse me, pamie?

PAMIE
What? What? What do you want? I’m trying to vent here.

YOU
Don’t you work on your webpage every day at work?

pamie sits still for a while, deciding whether or not now is the best time to storm from the room

YOU
(cont.) I’m just saying I know they let you go home when you want and you have, like, unlimited sick days and stuff. And when you went to L.A., that was, like, no big deal.

PAMIE
But I have no creativity at this job! I just sit here at this desk and wait for the phone to ring and then I have to deal with angry customers and then I have these people telling me that I do my job fine, but they want to punish me just in case I think I may not start doing my job fine.

YOU
Oh. Cuz it sounds like you have a cushy job.

PAMIE
What do you know? YOU DON’T KNOW MY PAIN.

YOU
I’m just saying it seems like you’re overreacting a bit.

PAMIE
This job sucks my creative soul.

YOU
Would you take off that ridiculous beret?

PAMIE
Sorry.

YOU
I just think you need to calm down a little and realize that this job only sucks when you have meetings. You pretty much get to do whatever you want to do.

PAMIE
They try to control my every move.

YOU
Didn’t you write your last play while you were on the clock?

PAMIE
Not all of it…

YOU
Man, get off the floor. Stop pouting. Clean yourself up, for Christ’s sake.

PAMIE
You’re right. I should just sit here and show them they can’t break me with their silly rules and regulations. I can take whatever they throw at me. That makes me look like a good worker. Complete acceptance of whatever inane rule they decide for the day. YOU I’m just suggesting you stop wiping your nose on the mouse pad. You look disgusting.

PAMIE
Sorry.

YOU
Man, have some dignity.

PAMIE
You’re right. Would you sign my guestbook?

YOU
Fuck you.

BLACKOUT
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So anyway, I was a little worked up about work today, and I just want this damn week to be over. Even with the shorter work week it feels long, long, long. And I guess the waiting until the doctor’s appointment in October is just dragging things out further. Oh, and working on another show. And weekend shows on the road. (I’m driving to Corpus tomorrow for a gig (through violent thunderstorms) so I won’t be writing tomorrow… and if I don’t come back… well that’s another thing you can blame on El Nino.)

So, anyway… I’m just starting paragraphs with “So Anyway,” and that’s terribly good writin’… shoot, ma, you shure talk good.

Have you ever had to take a test at work? I don’t mean for certification or for promotion or anything… I had to take a test at the staff meeting. A test to see if management was drilling things into our heads enough. A test to see if they were doing their job good enough. It pisses me off to be a guinea pig. I just had to take a test to see if I know everything I was supposed to know a year ago and some of the stuff on the test we were told we were never supposed to know by heart if we knew how to find it but apparently the rules have changed and someone forgot to tell the worker bees. Jeez, I hope I get a good grade. I want to keep up my NT GPA. Christ. Next I’ll need a hall pass to go pee.

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