Work Gossip

I thought I wouldn’t make you wait too long for the gossip on my job. As I’m sure you’re aware by now my job has relocated and in doing so things have changed and they’ve hired new people. All of which had great potential, however, things have fallen flat and where there was so much promise, it’s just more of the same old bullshit.

Out of the new permanent employees I like 1 of the 5, admittedly I haven’t met one of them yet, he doesn’t start until Monday but judging by the others I shant hold my breath.

I do however really like the temporary employee they’ve shipped in from Leeds. He reminds me a lot of the supervisor. He’s a lot of fun to work with but when it comes down to it, he knows his stuff. It takes a lot to impress me, but he truly has. It’s just a shame he’s only here temporarily. Like I said to him I’m going to try and make the most of having him around because he’s probably the only person on site I can learn anything from.  And so far he has managed to teach me a few things….. Is it just me or does that sounds dirty?

I think for blog's sake, I’m going to call him Hank. He kind of reminds me of Hank Green. He’s nerdy, but in a fun, playful sort of way. He’s sort of cute in an awkward he shouldn’t really be cute way. He’s just someone who is easy to be around.

Unlike the other night shift bloke who I want to murder slowly and painfully. That guy is the biggest whining, moaning bitch that transport has ever seen. I’m struggling to find a nice word to even say about him. He is such a drama queen it’s almost impossible to work with him. Which is a shame because at first he seemed really nice, but apparently first impressions can be completely wrong.

As for the rest of the office, it’s just very catty and bullshit heavy. You can feel that desperation among some to move up the ladder and it’s unnecessary. I’m a big believer in, if you put the work in, you’ll reap the rewards, but it appears I may be the only one that feels that way. Call me crazy, but I’d rather work my ass off and earn respect to get where I’m going then have it handed to me on a silver platter. That respect you earn along the way is worth more than a fancy over paid title.

Anyways, my lovelies, I am off for the evening, but before I go, let me leave you with this question, can you enjoy something, if you didn’t earn it? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

 xoxoxoxo

Slowly Recovering

Hello strangers, I’ve missed you guys so much. There’s nothing like wanting to write, but not being able to. I’m still recovering from being ill, I’m feeling a lot better but my energy levels simply aren’t there and the long commute to and from work isn’t helping matters.

I normally work 4 days, that doesn’t sound like much but I do 12 hour shifts so that’s a bog standard 48 hour work week. When you add on the 3 hours commuting that takes my hours to 60. That means for 2.5 days for my 4 day work week I’m not home.  Last week however I did 5 days so my work week was 60 hours plus 15 commuting so I spent 3.1 days not home. Then you have to figure in unwinding after work, eating, getting ready to go to work….you soon figure out why I’m so fucking tried and why it’s taking so long for me to fully recover.  

Work it’s self on the other hand is well…. Interesting. It’s not as promised, I still see hope but it’s buried it a thick layer of office bullshit and I can’t be bothered to play those games. But I think that is a blog for another time, mainly because I’m tired.

I guess I should leave you with a question; how do you handle office bullshit? Let me know in the comment below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

The Honest Sick Bitch

I’m baaaack! I’m sorry I’ve been missing for so long, but I’ve so sick it’s unreal. I haven’t been to work in 3 weeks due to this stupid bug and I’m still not completely over it.

For the first week of this bug my fever was unreal, without medication it was contently over 40c. At its highest it was 40.9c for my American friends that’s 105.6. I actually hallucinated that aliens that were trying to cook me, my temperate was so high.

The second week a chest infection joined the party, so not only was incredibly unwell with flu like symptoms, but my chest was full of crap and since I’m asthmatic that’s never fun.

Week 3 has been easier, the original bug is pretty much gone, and I’m just dealing with what’s left of the chest infection and the fatigue. I lost 20lbs throw the illness some of which was due to dehydration so I’m also having to make an effort to rehydrate and stay that way because I’m still occasionally ill thanks to my stupid cough.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so ill. I wasn’t even this bad when I had Mono and I was off school 3 months with that. I’m just happy I’m starting to feel better, and things can start getting back to normal.

So I guess I should leave you with a question, what do you do to make yourself feel better when you’re sick. Let me know in the comment box below. And as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

xoxo

Less Like Murder

The power of blogging never ceases to amaze me; I was in the worst mood I’ve been in, in years and after a

short little blog I was perfectly fine.

Don’t me wrong, things aren’t all roses, but the risk of me committing murder and or blowing up the world has been greatly reduced. However, my work week starts tomorrow and I’m fighting off a cold, so how long it’ll last is anybody’s guess.

On the Brightside I have a whole 24 hours more off and since I’m feeling a little under the weather I think that’s the perfect excuse to have a lazy do-nothing day. What’s your favourite way to spend a lazy day? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo

Mad

Oh, how a week can change things. The supervisor or the ex-supervisor or the cunt as I’ve been calling him

this past week (a word a never use, which is just a sign of how fucked off I really am), got himself signed off and didn’t tell me, got himself signed off again… didn’t tell me and is about to hand his notice in which he did tell me but by that point… I didn’t fucking care.

Don’t get me wrong, he has the right to do what the fuck he wants, but he did it in a weasel like way and played me for a fool in the process and I don’t take kindly to that. I don’t even have the words to describe how mad I actually am.

The problem I’m having is I’m mad, I know it’s not all because him, but I’m not in a place right now where I can sort out what’s what. He’s taking the brunt of it, deservedly so or not. I can’t filter my angry right now it’s too raw.

Logically, I know it’s not all his fault, but logic and angry don’t really mix. I know at some point when I don’t want to test the theory that I’ve watched enough murder show I could easily get away with it, I’ll sort through it all and be able to begin to figure out how much of an asshole he truly is or was but right now I am just mad.

So until I am no longer mad I shall try and bite my tongue, channel that angry into something productive and attempt not to kill anyone…but no promises.

I guess that brings me to the question of the blog, what do you do when you’re mad? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxoxo

The Supervisor

Some of you have asked about my relationship with the Supervisor and since I’m struggling to fall asleep I

thought I’d oblige.

The Supervisor and I have a strange relationship, despite what you might think there is absolutely no sexual tension between us. That spark you’d expect when we swap looks across the desk is completely AWOL. It just doesn’t exist.

That spark however does exist with a few other men at work but sadly nothing act-on-able. But it’s always nice to have a little something to play off of.

But back to the Supervisor; I hear the questions already; no sexual tension, no spark, so what's the interest?

It’s simple; I think he’d be a good lay.

I hear heads spinning, let me explain; a sexual spark makes sex good, no matter the sex. If the sex is already good the sexual spark isn’t necessary. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a plus but it’s not needed. That pesky spark is the reason feeling develop, meet someone without that spark and you have a first class fuck-friend on your hands.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do have feelings for the Supervisor, just not I want to have his baby feelings. It’s more of a we’ve been married for 30 years and are trying to run a household and raising 60 toddlers together sort of feeling.

We’re a team, and one hell of a team at that. We just have a way of bringing out the best in each other and because of that things just work better when we’re together. We may not have a sexual spark, but we still have a special bond…60 toddlers have a way of doing that to you.

Anyways you’ve asked, I’ve answered and now I’m going to bed. So sweet dreams my lovelies and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch

Oh, and PS; what do you do when you can’t sleep?  

Feeling Single

I’ve been single for just over a month now and until recently I hadn’t really noticed. I know that sounds crazy, but given mine and Barney’s relationship it’s understandable. I didn’t see the man very often and towards the end of our relationship, our conversations weren’t very boyfriend/girlfriend like. Breaking up wasn’t any great loss…hell it wasn’t even a moderate loss.

That said, the other day for the first time in a very long time I truly felt single. What was the catalyst for this feeling you ask? 

This

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Leave it to Ikea to make a girl feel all alone. I’m not an overly girly girl and going into the whole flat pack thing I felt confident. Then I opened the box and quickly realised why women get married.

Now don’t get me wrong this girl is no quitter and I did get it built, it may have taken 12 hours but I got it done. But even afterwards that all alone feeling lingered. There was nobody there to share in my flat pack triumph.

It was weird, I’m not someone to worry about my relationship status. I couldn’t care less whether I’m single or in a relationship. As long as I’m happy within myself anything else is a bonus.  

The way I see it is I spend all day around men and if I’m going to put up with one without being paid he better be something special. I get my fill of jerks and fuck-wits at work. Admittedly, I do get some sweethearts and real gems at work too, but for the most part…..I spend 90% of my night wondering how on earth most of these men are married and whether their women are being held captive King Kong style.

I really should be thankful that some of them are so repulsive, it was the thing that managed to pull me out of my “being single” funk. It’s hard to long after something when you’re wondering if soap and water are just a little too complicated for their species.

I have to admit there are a few men there that make being in a relationship seem tempting. I work with some absolutely lovely guys that would do anything for me and that often prove that not all men are bad. However, all that loveliness is quickly balanced out by a grown men having a temper-tantrums……the joys of the transport industry, eh?

Anyways, my dears, I am off to that lovely place I call bed to dream about doing very unladylike things to my Supervisor….what? Just because I’m content being single doesn’t mean this girl doesn’t have needs. Anyways, before I go I shall leave you with this question; what snaps you out of your “being single sucks” moods? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.

Love,

The Honest Bitch 

xoxo