Day Three

I am going to attempt to make this quick. Because, honestly, I am exhausted. All this optional overtime (that I opt to take) is really wearing me out!

 *insert overly-dramatic stretch and yawn*

On days one and two, I opted to keep the iPod plugged on my way in to work. I just didn't want to hear it. But for some reason (maybe I wanted something good to write about?), I decided against it this morning. 

Of course I got the usual "SCAB ALERT," along with the "SHAME ON YOU!" Pretty typical, I suppose. But I also found out that I must have a few fans of my blog as well. They were very considerate in voicing their concerns about what I have written as well. One person in particular told me, "I wonder what Pam McGuire is going to think about what you wrote about her?" Oh, man, I thought, I wonder, as well. Did I say something I shouldn't have? Wait...did I even mention her name?

Having been at my job for about a year and a half, I'm on to how some people operate. Human resources has told us many times that people slide posts from Facebook under the door for them to see. So, for all my concerned fans out there, I saved you the trouble. I gave HR the link to this page. And it was read by HR and Pam McGuire. Turns out, they dig it. So, while I appreciate your concern, I think I can handle it. 

I really don't want people to look at me as a bad guy (or girl). I really thought that my previous posts were far from offensive. But there have been quite a few people (people I may not have expected) saying some pretty offensive things. Maybe I take things to heart too easily, too. Like the gang of people outside my window everyday? Banging and chanting and blowing horns...FYI, I'm in Court most of the day. I did come down to find a radio set up, blaring my desk at lunch though, to tune out the noise. I get that you're trying to...wait...what ARE you trying to do? You do know that you will eventually have to come back and work with me, right? I mean...that's going to be awkward, no? I guess that concerns me. 

I'm going to give it another day or two to say some things that I would really love to share (i.e. the PERKS of being a scab...oh, yes, there are plenty). I don't want it to come across the wrong way, but one of my main objectives of starting this was to tell how it is when you cross that line. 

But again, my pillow is calling my name. An 11-hour work day is tough. Know what won't be tough?

Christmas. 

(Did I just write that? Ouch.)