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Name: Fanks
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Los Angeles
Birthday: 7/9/1980
Gender: Male
Interests: Family, Friends,Traveling!
Expertise: Finding cheap airfare!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Legal
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Member Since:
10/22/2005
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| Well I finally snapped....
At least in the office.
So apparently by trying my best to be patient my coworkers love pushing my buttons to see where my breaking point is. After almost three years working in the same office and working hard to keep my cool, my coworkers--actually my supervisor (yikes!) experienced my anger and frustration firsthand. For starters, let's just say in my office people love playing "the blame game." If a mistake happens in a client's case or office management, someone is bound to be responsible. But I think there's a difference between "owning up to a mistake" versus "shifting blame" and unfortunately the culture within my office is the latter. Compound that with the fact that everyone in the office loves to gossip or "chismiendo" in Spanish. So on a morning this past week my supervisor walked into the office and commented to me that he noticed a client's case although entered into the computerized calendar did not show up on the whiteboard calendar. [I'm responsible for the office whiteboard calendar and computerized calendar but recently the boss had another coworker start working on the computerized calendar as well.] I tried to explain to my supervisor that this was probably just a "kink" in this new calendaring system. But he started going off on how this was my "coworker's fault", "this new calendaring system wasn't working", and how he "wouldn't blame my coworker to the boss" and on and on. Now all this occurred at 7am, before anyone else was in the office, and before I had my coffee. To top it off, I picked up the cold/flu that was going around in the office and needless to say I was very cranky. The elements for a perfect storm were in place, so I finally snapped---I told my supervisor, "Dude its too early for all this, and you already have a reputation in this office for blaming others!"
We both fell silent.
I couldn't believe what had just come out of my mouth, and I'm pretty sure my supervisor felt the same way. He quickly walked back into his office. And by 10 am without me saying anything nearly everyone in the office knew what transpired.
Although my coworkers were giddy that I stood up to "senor finger pointer", I felt very bad. I spend more time with the people in the office in one day than I do with my family or friends in a week. In many ways, the people in the office are like a surrogate family and I've definitely learned to accept and love them. I mean no one's perfect and I can only hope that my friends accept me for who I am even with my flaws.
Before the day was out, I apologized to my supervisor.
I agree with Beezus29 that I can't let my job become my life. I'm not an attorney and yet sometimes I spend 12 hours a day in the office. I really need to just step back a bit and start leaving the office both physically and mentally.
On a side note, anyone want to visit El Salvador or Colombia with me in November? | | |
| Its been a while and I agree with Beezus29 that Facebook has done a number on my commitment to Xanga. But I have to admit I still find it cathartic to write on Xanga even meaningless one or two line vents. Before deleting my previous posts, I read them and couldn't believe I've been a member of this site for nearly 4 years, and to see how much I've grown (or maybe not).
I don't know what it is, but even with the bad economy aside I can't say 2008 was a good year for me or friends and family. So I was very happy to ring in the new year in, of all places, San Antonio, Texas. With the exception of the CVS store on the Riverwalk it has to be one of the friendliest cities I've visited in America. On the morning of my departure from San Antonio, the TSA guard was chatting with me while looking over my boarding pass and driver license and I mentioned that the person standing behind me was my mom. The TSA guard then turned over to my mom and said, "Hey mom I think its about time you married him off so he can come back here with another girl." I love San Antonio. 
A view of San Antonio's Riverwalk.
The Alamo at night. I know, my reaction was "hmm, I thought it was bigger."
At midnight the hotel had a huge balloon drop to mark the New Year.
My mom screamed because it was too much excitement for her (yup my mom doesn't get out much) 
I'm actually looking forward to going back to the office on Monday and getting back into the swing of things. Something new for 2009--I will be living in two different places. My parents moved back to our old house in Baldwin Park so they could be closer to their church. To cut down on my commute I'll be living there too during the week. But on the weekends I'll be going to Riverside to study where I rented out a room in a house with two other roommates. It sounds crazy and a needless expense of money but I know me and I know after two years I cannot study while living at home with my parents. I am excited about this arrangement.
Also I'm finding out how difficult it is find a good barber. The person who regularly cuts my hair is out of the country and a new guy at the same barbershop gave me a haircut which although not bad just wasn't what I had in mind. But I was too polite to say otherwise. | | |
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