I am being assasinated by office politics.
My boss is being manipulated by a young female coworker who is ****ed that I got the higher position/salary. We were hired the same day and she has her masters -- I don't.
Regardless, she's the type to huff and puff when by the copy of fax machine: "O, I'm so busy, have so much to do."
Me, I do what I have to do ... and then come here.
I don't get lunch with everyone like she does and I know she purpetrates rumors about me, or even half truths.
"I saw Ray playing chess online."
Yup! I also had my work in a week ago, as well as next weeks article. We're here late waiting for yours, you missed deadline again Bi ... won't even go there.
So what can a guy do. My boss is to old and bold to notice or care that he's being manipulated. He called me in recently. Talked about my performance. I mentioned it odd that I write all these extra news stories and get sent to Baltimore for conventions while she goes to Cancun to cover something.
His response: The perception is that she does more work. And perceptions are the truth.
I know a fat girl who perceives she can wear a bikini -- she shouldn't. And if she does her perception doesn't make it any more enjoyable to look at.
I actually know there is nothing I can do. I am just focused on handing the best articles I can on time. I'm also holding on to my last review which said I was A OK, a model employee and given a raise. That was 6 months ago.
Something else I will do is go back and tally up all my By Lines, so I can show who has actually contributed what and bring this to the attention of my publisher, my boss, a fellow Cuban and black belt. He stayes out of the mix but has ears too.
I hate politics! I don't get involved. I was hoping this girl would hang herself with her mouth. But people here are too stupid to realize if she talks about me, she talks about them too. Which she does. But she's good, I'll give her that.
My only peace, I know I'll be a published author someday, and she'll be a two bit housewife, old and fat, looking forward to friday night so she can go home and have some drinks until monday morning.
I also hope fighting and martial arts can releive me of this trugery someday. Until then I'm sticking it out until my book is done (should be by Fall) and then I need to get out of here. I've never been involved with immaturity like this, everybody up in everybody's business. Sad. People need hobbies ... or friends.