January 28, 2007
I HATE Petty
I had a wonderful dinner last night, and will post all about it soon. Promise. Right now, I've got to get this off my chest before I get my game face on.
What the hell is up with people? Seriously. Doens't anyone judge on character anymore? Heart? It's not about the size of your bank account or what label is on your clothes. I'm just disgusted.
Let me see if I can explain. I've said time and time again that I'm in a somewhat shallow business. We're judged on appearance a lot. But in my mind that shouldn't extend to our own "family".
I sat at lunch yesterday with a couple of ladies that I work with. I listened to them tear down a woman that used to work with them. They hated her. They couldn't find one nice thing to say.
She was "rough around the edges".
She didn't have a lot of money to spend at these shows.
Her daughter got pregnant in high school.
She was married to a man who was blue collar.
The list goes on and on. Every thing they listed I could relate to. Now, they don't know that about me. Well, except that I don't throw money around at these shows. But the other stuff? They have no idea about my life.
I left that lunch wondering what the hell they really think about me. Then realizing that I really don't care.
Now please understand, over all this is a pretty good group of people. They are just very petty about certain things. It doesn't effect our working relationship. This is all personal.
I do a very good job. I'm very good at what I do. I'm not working to make friends. I work to have a decent life. Period. It's a bonus that I'm doing something I enjoy so much. But it's not a status thing. That's for damned sure.
I judge my "status" by the people in my life. The things that I do. Not where I shop or what I drive.
Oh, and you'll love this one. They were bitchin' and moaning because we have to help set up the booth and take it down. Yes, it's work. Yes it's manual. But it's gotta be done. If everyone pitches in it gets done faster.
Well, since I'm so tall I got elected to start putting up the sheets covering the walls. We do it every night, and take them back down the next morning. It took me 2 hours to get those damned sheets up last night. They were sitting around the conference table laughing and telling stories.
I walked into the conference room when it was done and got their attention.
"I'll be the new girl all week. I have no problem with that. But I will only be the dumb girl one time. Right now. I will NOT be dealing with those damned sheets by myself again. Is that clear?"
You could have heard a pin drop as I walked out of the convention center.
Yeah, I'm sure at some point this week I'll be explaining good behavior to some one. I just hope I can do it without stickin' my high heels ups their ass.
Posted by Tammi at January 28, 2007 08:30 AM | TrackBackYou go girl. About time someone had the gall to tell the petty where to stick it. Now I just need to get the gall myself, oh wait, I have. Done similar myself at one time and another.
Posted by: Tink at January 28, 2007 11:44 AMGive 'em hell!
Posted by: Laughing Wolf at January 28, 2007 12:50 PM*taking notes*
I wish I could have seen the faces
Posted by: armywifetoddlermom at January 28, 2007 01:40 PM"She was married to a man who was blue collar"
Petty people piss me off to no end.
Mr Weenie is blue collar all the way and I am damn proud of him and he has no problem being married to a White collar Engineer, he brags about it. And it's not that uncommon here to have the hubby a blue collar and the wife white collar.
Of course though my mother thinks it's scandilous that my base pay is more than his base pay and I hear about it regularly.
Posted by: Quality Weenie at January 29, 2007 09:44 AMOne of these days, I really DO want to be there when you're giving someone a well-deserved tear-down.
As long as it's not me getting it :-)
Posted by: Harvey at February 1, 2007 03:42 AM