So Mad I Could Spit

I can honestly say I haven't been so angry for so long towards a single person like I was yesterday. We aren't talking angry in "I'm mad but I'll get over it with an apology, nice gesture or 45 minutes."

Nah, we're talking "I'm so angry with you I cannot even look at you without my blood starting to boil." Whew. It was not good. My face was cherry red for a good portion of the day at work yesterday.

So what ticked me off? I'm being transferred at work. I found out Friday that this coming Saturday could very well be my last day at my current location. Short notice, sure but that's just how the company has always been. I really don't want to be transferred because I've made some great friends at my current location and I'm going to miss them. I don't want to be transferred because it's going to mean a longer drive. I do want to be transferred because it is the step in the right direction to move up in the company.

My immediate manager had been gone a few days so she wasn't the one to tell me, the head guy did. When I told one of the desk ladies I was being shipped out she wondered if our manager knew since she hadn't said anything when she had called earlier. I said I wasn't sure and I got back to work since I had a job to do. I told a select few people that day I was leaving because I wasn't in the mood to discuss it, I was feeling weepy over it. (Side note-I hate that I've been more of a crier lately. What the shit is up with that?!)

A while later I got a call from my manager and I could tell she knew because she asked a couple of time how it was going so I asked if she heard the news and she said yeah but not from who she should have, someone had sent her a text. We chatted about it and then after we were through talking I told the desk lady someone had tipped her off and we were trying to figure out who and concluded it probably was my manager's replacement since she's leaving soon too.

Come Sunday when she was back desk lady and I were talking with her about me being moved and desk lady asked who texted her. It turns out it wasn't her replacement but, oh what should we call him....Clorox! (I just cleaned my toilet so that's why...) Anyway, I had to suppress my urge to yell "ASSHOLE!" when she said it. And that was the the start of my crabby mood that stayed for 8 hours since it was right when I got there I found out.

Who does that? Why did he think it was his job to tell my boss I was leaving before I had a freaking chance to? I don't care  the two of them are friends, I really don't. It's bull shit. It's none of his business. Don't get me wrong, I love Clorox. He's one of my best work buds, we get along great.

I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him all day. At first I was just going to ignore it and avoid him all day until I calmed down but I soon realized I wouldn't get over it until I told him how it made me feel. I finally got my chance only it wasn't nearly as satisfying as I had hoped. I think it's cause I didn't get angry. I don't think I showed enough emotion and I think it's because he really didn't seem to care. He apologized but it wasn't very sincere sounding so I just walked away. That part was a little satisfying, I think it showed that I was serious about how it bothered me a lot. Then I did the only mature thing and didn't look at him the rest of the day. I'll be better next time I see him but for that day he was  my least favorite person.

I really don't think I'm out of line being so angry over this. I should be the one to tell my boss I'm leaving, I really should. If I was her I would have wanted to hear it from the person leaving. I didn't get the chance to. I was working. I could have took the time to call her or send a text but I was going to wait until I wasn't busy and quite frankly I didn't think someone would beat me to the punch. It's bull shit. I think what will help me better is telling her that I would have liked to have been the one to tell her I was leaving.  I just don't want her thinking I wasn't going to.

You know the title of this post probably would be more aptly named something like I'm so mad I could kick him in the nuts.

Oh! Another testament to how angry it made me: Grape Lady being kicked out three times (!!!!) in a single day didn't put a dent in my mood.