In Which I Am Not Funny, Just A Whiny Little Bitch A comedy article
by Fratberry 283,052 53 10/08/2011 06:58 PM 563 views
Sorry but I had to make this an article so everything would fit in one post...
Most of you know that over the past two years I've had a lot of medical problems, what with almost dying twice and all. The chronic migraines (more than 15 a month) and cluster migraines along with the blood clots, the DVT's and two pulmonary embolisms and managing to get more new blood clots two weeks after the doctors told me all the clots were gone (they found more old clots AND the new ones and now I'm on blood thinners for the rest of my life) and it goes without saying that I've missed a lot of work.
I am thankful and blessed to have a stable job for the past 13 years in such a crappy economy and job market (although it's been four years since our last raises... except the people in higher positions changing their titles just enough to get more money). And I'm not digging ditches or flipping burgers or greeting people as they enter the local Wal-Mart (yet).
My boss likes me. His boss (Bankey) likes me. Bankey's boss, the CIO, likes me and a couple of other people including my full time employee and my student assistants. But being out of work a lot means that people cannot count on me the way they would a person who's more consistent in showing up. I think this has built up a lot of resentment among the other IT people who work in my specific department. Slowly I have come to realize that the vast majority of the people in all groups of ITS don't like me. As much as I tell myself I don't give a flying fart, the truth of the matter is that it hurts. Deeply.
We have two tiers of employees in our group. Half of us are in the admin group and the other half are managed by us, more or less. Maybe that's where some of the resentment comes in is that I'm an admin and I've missed a bunch of time but I still retain my admin status (and my last review was very good). I also make more than anyone in our group except for my boss but I've also been there longer than anyone else. That doesn't matter, though. I have a bulls-eye on my back because of my salary.
We have a ten minute conference call every morning. We'll have an admin meeting once a week and then four times a year we'll have a meeting with the entire group. I have been fairly vocal in the past, actually fighting for the entire group when there's a chance of us being adversely affected in some way. Well, I'm done with that. From here on out I keep my mouth shut. These coworkers of mine can continue talking about me behind my back and forming their own opinions without taking any facts into account or even bothering to know the truth of the matter. Frost it. It just isn't worth it anymore.
Every damn one of them can go Frost themselves. If they don't want to give me help in my area for whatever reason they've concocted in their head, that's fine. I'll stop being innovative, sharing ideas, trying to make us stronger as a group and acting in our/their best interest. I'll keep my mouth shut and we'll just let this ship sink quietly. I'll let it slip slowly under water like an old man slipping slowly into a hot bath. I'll stand on the dock and watch it happen. And if nobody gives a Shakespeare about me or my health they can all just go to hell. Chances are I'll see them there some day. Frost it. Just Frost it all.
My default response is ::HUG:: but I'm afraid to do that to you again after I almost killed you last time. So here's a big thumbs up for looking out for yourself and a big "Frost you!" to the bastards that make assumptions and find joy in being Emersons.
It sounds like you're in the position I was untill six years ago.
I routinely did the work two to three positions higher than my position. The people over me loved me, those under me hated me.
It really hurt when good friends who I once worked equally with accused me of being power hungry and lording over them.
I wish they would have known why. The people I had to "council" was so they wouldn't be written up.
The people I wrote up I only did so after spending hours on their behalf arguing so they could keep their job.
It sucked balls.
That's why I took a break from it.
The best part of that break was hearing how things went to Shakespeare and the people who used to resent me would see me on the street and tell me that they missed me.
Six years later and I have more connections now than I did then, and I'm back to doing the same Shakespeare and waiting for a new generation to hate and resent me.
- Print large pictures of your colleagues making frowny faces and staple them to wooden sticks.
- Print a large picture of yourself making a happy face and recreate "Frat-on-a-stick."
- Send everything to Brad Poynter so he can set up a bonfire of your colleagues-on-a-stick while Frat-on-a-stick watches happily.
- Watch the scene on Youtube and profit!
I've been through a lot of Shakespeare in the past three years. Unbelievable highs and lows. More lows. I'm nearly a Pollyanna optimist, so I always try and paint the best picture on it, but there is always that snarling dog in the background that you just cant seem to get out of your life.
But the one thing that has been the most positive in the whole thing has been when I stood up for myself against an absolute tide of legal and financial threats. I literally had a fortune 50 company threaten to sue me into bankruptcy. They wouldn't have to win. They could just wear me down with legal proceedings until I went through everything.
Against all odds I put an extra coat of chrome on my ballsack and told them to do their best.
Apparently, my bluster called their bluff, and they admitted I was too small potatoes for their attention.
Net result, I've had two of the hardest financial years of my life, but I've built something no one can take away from me. I was able to tell the dog that I refused to live by his rules and have broken my own chains as a result.
So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, I feel your pain in some way. And I'm just now starting to feel the triumph that comes as a result.
I don't know you Frat & I'm still well into the depths of noob status so I may be out of line for commenting on your situation but after reading that I feel bad for you. I say Frost 'em, if you let them get to you, you'll just end up feeling as bitter and twisted as those sackless dumb Frosts. Obviously with all the health problems you've described above, you don't need to feel emotional pain over closed-minded idiots who are too stupid to realise the efforts you put in for them and the level of adversity you do it through.
I've quickly learnt that people like that aren't even worth time in my thoughts.
Wow, that was a really long-winded way of saying don't let the bastards grind you down.
Also, I can recommend a good psychiatric hospital. The food sucks, but you get to wear cute blue slippers and complain about your problems as much as you want. Good times.
I keep wondering why I haven't gone completely "cuckoo bird" yet. It would be the most convenient way of handling everything although it would be really selfish of me. I mean, that day I had a migraine so bad that I beat my head against a wall of the bathroom at work so many times I had blood running down my forehead (after I had removed my blood-stained hat, that is), you know what happened? MY MIGRAINE WENT AWAY. You know what else happened? THE BLOOD STAINS CAME OUT OF THE HAT. Lucky for me since it was my favorite hat.
The stress has been so bad that I cannot read anything out of my left eye (central serous retinopathy blah blah blah). I have to read everything with one eye closed and that's damn near impossible to do while studying while staying awake at the same time.
And that procedure I had for my neck? Wanna know what happened? It's left me with what appears to be a PERMANENT pain in my neck that the drugs won't dull even a little bit.
I'm too rational for suicide (for now). The insurance won't pay Mrs. Fratberry and she'd probably have to clean up the mess or at least whatever the cats didn't manage to eat on their own. I don't have a will but that's actually good considering I don't own anything except some fake internet trophies and a bunch of personal crap at work that nobody wants. On the positive side, at least Mrs. Fratberry could start having sex again (don't you even say it).
All I do know is that I'm not much good to anyone right now and that's a very bad feeling.
I know I haven't been around here much lately but I popped in and caught this thread. I'm very sorry you're going through all of this, Frat, every time I've seen you in the real world you've always impressed me with your humor and kindness. It really sucks that you keep getting the short end of the stick.
Taking care of your own needs isn't selfish. You can't expect to be able to take care of others if you are feeling so bad.
I probably shouldn't disclose this here, but if it helps you, it's worth it. Two weeks ago, I was feeling completely overwhelmed. A lot like you are feeling. I didn't know where to turn. I did something that I now realize was completely stupid, but at the time I thought was the only way out. This stupid act landed me in the psych ward for the week. It was not pretty and I was miserable at first, but in the end I was able to admit that I needed the help. And I got to spend time with lots of interesting(crazy) people. I have enough material to write several articles about the funny things I witnessed there.
I guess what I am saying is that I know how you feel. Please don't ever think that there is only one way out. I am here to listen if you need me. One nutcase to another. My email is in my profile. Please email me if you want to talk.
I just noticed that I have the retinopathy now in both eyes, which is damn near impossible. THAT looks like this:
I also have an infestation of locusts in my shorts. But they keep trying to climb out. Locusts are stupid but not nearly as stupid as all the spiders crawling all over me. Just kidding.
I just re-read my earlier post about the Nut Hut and realized that it may not have come off like I intended it to. I wasn't saying that you belong in the looney bin or anything (although maybe you do, I don't know). I was just trying to say that you're not alone. And that you shouldn't try to off yourself, because if you're a Frost up like me, you'll end up in the psych ward too.
Also, I like you. And stuff.
Okay, someone please tell me to shut the Frost up now.
If the doctors told me tomorrow that the only way I could get rid of the migraines and other Shakespeare would be to have a frontal lobotomy, I might just take them up on it. Just think back to how happy Jack Nicholson looked at the end of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.
If the doctors told me tomorrow that the only way I could get rid of the migraines and other Shakespeare would be to have a frontal lobotomy, I might just take them up on it.
There's that new thing where they plant electrodes in your head and you electrocute the Frost out of your brain every time you get a migraine. It has really good results in most people but it's still highly experimental.
I wonder if like, you had one of those, and you were whacking off, if pressing it right when you came would totally reset your dong and you'd have to start over, or if you'd come so hard you'd die.
Also Frat, I can totally relate. This one time at work, I had stuff to do and missed a coffee break. So I can truly understand the hardships you are going through.
The other really cool thing is that when I am trying to talk to someone, within a few seconds of saying what I need to say their body language changes and is basically saying "Holy Frost I wish this Emerson would shut up". The look on their face lets me know they're in hell because I'm talking. And this happens with people at work, my wife, everyone really.
Did I mention this before? If I did you probably just gave it a "I don't give a Shakespeare" look and forgot about it. Frost.
I'd hate myself even more because I hate fake boobs. And even if I did have that done I'm sure they come out looking like two strangers in an elevator.
Because only cool people work in IT. That's totally not true. Okay, it's because only cool ZUG people work in IT. Wait, that's not it either. Maybe it's because I don't actually have to be here to do the majority of my job. I could be on a park bench somewhere, or even in my parents basement even though their house is on a slab. The real answer is that I'll get back to you once I've compiled the correct answer.
You're in good(?) company, Frat. I didn't click on the vids because I can't at work, but I was able to recall most of it in my head just by seeing the titles.