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Feb. 11th, 2011 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI have a work related problem. It is the most entitled whingey problem in the entire world and I sort of hate myself for even having it. Nevertheless, it is here and has presented itself, so here we go.
Work is having a corporate day in order to lure people into buying salt with us this year. It had one of these last year, and whilst I was annoyed at having to arrange sandwiches etc at extreme last minute, it was rather good. It was mostly rather good because both of the managers were gone and we had copious leftover mini-sandwiches and fresh orange for the day. Hurrah. The corporate day, once again, is taking place on Ladies Day at the Grand National.
This year, they want me to go along. No one else in the office; just me, Office Manager, Damn Fool Boss, and some clients.
Now, there are some upsides to this. Firstly, the food and drink all day will be delightfully free. It's a great opportunity for networking, and it's a really good thing to put on my CV. Some of these customers are 'mine', so to speak, and I would be going along as the lady representative, as R, who is a particular contact of mine, will be attending. It will be nice to meet her, actually, as well as a few other contacts of mine.
That is the end to the upsides. Firstly, Ladies Day is my idea of hell. I don't like horseracing. I don't like wearing hats. I have absolutely no inclination to spend all day with braying businessmen, either; my boss has become increasingly and painfully sexist on the basis that 'it winds Colleen up'. It does wind me up, but the problem is that the sentiment behind it is very real. He is entirely honest when he says he likes Ladies Day for 'the drunk Scouse birds not wearing very much'. Put him with loads of business and the vast majority hold the same opinions, judging by last year's attendance. I know I should ignore it, rise above it, etc, but some of it is so offensive that I simply can't. Think Sky Sports level of offensiveness.
The main problem, though, is the other girls in the office. If I was actually a manager, we might be having a different conversation. Despite the problems listed above, I realise that you sometimes have to suck up and put up with this kind of thing. However, I'm not a manager. I am basically an office junior like everyone else; when I'm offered more responsibilities, they never actually arise.
Plus I get on ever so well with everyone else. I really do. The big danger is K, who has been there a lot longer than me but has recently gone back to college and as such is working part time. K and I are actually really good friends now; we spend time out of work socially, and her mum makes curry for me. She'll be horrifically offended over this. She won't take it out on me, but I'm genuinely concerned it'll hurt our friendship.
I've told Damn Fool Boss this several times. I've also pointed out that I don't own a hat that isn't woolly with a bobble on top. Either way, I am being strong-armed into going which means I will have to be at a work event from 9am until an undefined point at night. I will also probably have to be the sober one to keep an eye on the taxis. Super.
TL;DR? Basically, work is making me go to a posh do and I am very unhappy about this. Thank god it's the weekend. Tomorrow I shall sleep and try and forget about this.
Work is having a corporate day in order to lure people into buying salt with us this year. It had one of these last year, and whilst I was annoyed at having to arrange sandwiches etc at extreme last minute, it was rather good. It was mostly rather good because both of the managers were gone and we had copious leftover mini-sandwiches and fresh orange for the day. Hurrah. The corporate day, once again, is taking place on Ladies Day at the Grand National.
This year, they want me to go along. No one else in the office; just me, Office Manager, Damn Fool Boss, and some clients.
Now, there are some upsides to this. Firstly, the food and drink all day will be delightfully free. It's a great opportunity for networking, and it's a really good thing to put on my CV. Some of these customers are 'mine', so to speak, and I would be going along as the lady representative, as R, who is a particular contact of mine, will be attending. It will be nice to meet her, actually, as well as a few other contacts of mine.
That is the end to the upsides. Firstly, Ladies Day is my idea of hell. I don't like horseracing. I don't like wearing hats. I have absolutely no inclination to spend all day with braying businessmen, either; my boss has become increasingly and painfully sexist on the basis that 'it winds Colleen up'. It does wind me up, but the problem is that the sentiment behind it is very real. He is entirely honest when he says he likes Ladies Day for 'the drunk Scouse birds not wearing very much'. Put him with loads of business and the vast majority hold the same opinions, judging by last year's attendance. I know I should ignore it, rise above it, etc, but some of it is so offensive that I simply can't. Think Sky Sports level of offensiveness.
The main problem, though, is the other girls in the office. If I was actually a manager, we might be having a different conversation. Despite the problems listed above, I realise that you sometimes have to suck up and put up with this kind of thing. However, I'm not a manager. I am basically an office junior like everyone else; when I'm offered more responsibilities, they never actually arise.
Plus I get on ever so well with everyone else. I really do. The big danger is K, who has been there a lot longer than me but has recently gone back to college and as such is working part time. K and I are actually really good friends now; we spend time out of work socially, and her mum makes curry for me. She'll be horrifically offended over this. She won't take it out on me, but I'm genuinely concerned it'll hurt our friendship.
I've told Damn Fool Boss this several times. I've also pointed out that I don't own a hat that isn't woolly with a bobble on top. Either way, I am being strong-armed into going which means I will have to be at a work event from 9am until an undefined point at night. I will also probably have to be the sober one to keep an eye on the taxis. Super.
TL;DR? Basically, work is making me go to a posh do and I am very unhappy about this. Thank god it's the weekend. Tomorrow I shall sleep and try and forget about this.
