Bear blog

Or...

I like not to work.


All the people I get on with at work are leaving, or fed up and talking about leaving, or grumpy and harassed, or questioning me about whether or not I'll be sticking around. And I unintentionally caused a big argument between a couple of the managers yesterday which has completely ruined all my previous efforts to stay out of the office politics. They've drawn me in, the bastards. I'm now officially in the know about who hates who and who's an idiot and who everyone wants to retire and blah blah blah. And from this point on I won't hear the end of it.

Interesting that all this concerns women. Not a single bloke. Not one. Why? Because blokes don't care. Blokes come to work to get paid so they can get on with their lives. Women actually live at work.

All my conversations at work now are centred around
1. The fact that such-and-such is a bitch and listen what she did to me this morning...
2. Whether I know that such-and-such is having another argument with whatshername...
3. People confiding in me that I hate it here...I'm going to leave if this keeps up...
4. Constant questions about how I keep so laid back...you don't let it get to you...I wish I could be like you...blah blah blah...

It just amazes me the number of people who live their lives on such a shallow level. Not once in the past six months have I been engaged in a conversation of any substance. They never once had an abstract thought in their lives. And god forbid you mention one of yours. They look at you and give you that 'ohhh, you're the wacky one in the office' look.

And then there's the constant 'oooh you're so clever' comments just cause I can touch type, or because I can read a manual and work out how to divert calls on the phone, or because I can use Word and Excel! Good God. I feel like agreeing with them. Yes, I am reasonably intelligent. But on a level you can't even comprehend, you stupid stupid people.

Someone tell me where I can find a job where I don't have to be 'managed'. A job where I can actually think for myself and engage my brain once in a while. A job where I can be around people without having to take quite so much of their inane shit every day.

I wonder whether I'm a psychopath. Or a sociopath. Or something '-path'y at least. I could quite happily kill them all. I'd probably be a bit sad for a while over some of them. But I'd get over it.