Mean People Suck

Today is the first day back at work due to winter break and two snow days due to the Polar Vortex of 2014. I was actually excited to get back to school. I wanted to hear about my student's vacations, see the new technology Santa brought them, and to wear a new dress that I got a great deal on at Macy's.

After my morning hall duty I see two female colleagues walking towards me. Both smile and nod politely as did I. As soon as they were supposedly out of my hearing distance, they began whispering and laughing at my dress.

I like to look professional at work. I go out of my way to dress up. I don't feel it's appropriate to wear polyester pants and frumpy shirts to work everyday. I dress like I work at a business on Wall Street. I think it's important for students to see me as their teacher, a professional woman, and a role model especially since I am the only woman of color in my entire district. Many people that I work with look like they just rolled out of bed and came to work. I'm not judging anyone, but when you go to work, you should look like you're going to work!

I've gotten dirty looks for coming to school early, turning in required paperwork first, dressing up "too much" (a suit is apparently "too much"), starting my classes on time and not standing around in the hallway talking instead of teaching. I've been accused of sucking up to the administration because I say hello and shake our Superintendent's hand when he stops in our building to check in.

I'm sick and tired of these nasty people I work with! I'm tired of constantly being judged for being a good employee. I'm not perfect by any means, but I try really hard to do my very best at work. Today was just another reminder why I want to live far away, alone in the middle of nowhere.

Sad,
Monica

Furious!!!

I am furious! This has been awful week. You may not realize it, but I am a sweet person. No seriously. I go out of my way to make people happy. I love making people smile. What does it get me? Nothing. NOT A DAMN THING.

I really don't help others for recognition. I help others because it makes me feel good, but for some reason I always get burned because of it. This has happened to me before. You would think I had learned my lesson. I have now. No more helping anyone else at work. Ever. I'm done.

I'm not even going to go into detail because it will stress me out. When I retire I will. When I retire this blog will blow the fuck up. I'm going to name names and tell ALL. No one is safe.

Winning,
Monica