The Scamp Prepares for Battle

Tomorrow I win the war.

Well, my version of war.

For the last two months I have been monitored at work. Three women have taken it upon themselves to try and shift the focus from their crappy work habits to my pretend crappy work habits. They have been asking about my movements and work patterns after I leave every day, and they emailed my boss asking her what my job was, and what duties I perform. The best part of that email was the woman who sent it called me “the page” and didn’t even use my name. She made it seem like I neglected my duties, and because of that email, I got pulled off my job to do a project for her (I should mention that I have no idea what she looks like, and she has never had a face-to-face conversation with me).

Two weeks ago, the three women were given an inventory project. That requires every book in the library to be taken off the shelf and scanned into the computer. The woman in charge of the project told me her work was a priority, and my work needed to be put on hold so that I could do inventory. She gave me the largest section of the library to do, and disregarded all my concerns for doing the job I was hired to do (not to mention her plan for the inventory is completely wrong and can be done in a much more efficient way).

Considering I three projects that will take me months to complete, I was not about to put them on hold because these three women want me to do their work. To win the first battle, I emailed the boss and asked her if I could divide my time because I was worried about the backlog of my own work (I also mentioned feeling undervalued and a lot like a trained monkey who had no purpose. I may have also mentioned that while the project was a priority for them, it was not my priority). The boss responded right away with a strongly worded email that she had yet to approve the project, and she would be the one making the assignments. She then sent an email to the three women, with the email I sent her attached to it.

Point one for me.

They countered with pleading for the extra help, so I have to stay on the project. The boss asked me to do it, so there is no chance for me to say no.

Point for them.

They were riding high on their victory, and decided to criticize the way that I am completing their project, and “nicely” offering to show me how to do it “correctly”. They then stepped up their efforts on monitoring my work habits, and have interrogated everyone that I come in contact with during the day. They also started discussing me with other staff as “the page”.

Point for them.

They are up two to one, and that is unacceptable. I only have 77 days left before I can quit and start teaching, and there is no way that I am going to lose this war. I thought about just letting it go and quietly defying them before telling them to fuck off.

Then I thought about how insulted I was that these three people thought they could bully me and get away with it. I emailed the boss again and used words like “hostile work environment” and “they think I work for them” and my favorite, “What did I do to make everyone think I was a bad employee?” I also mentioned that I was upset that a woman who shows up late and leaves early from work gets to monitor my comings and goings when I have yet to miss a day or show up late. I told her I was worried that the inventory job was going to create more work for me since they were not putting the books back correctly or neatly (okay, I may have overstated that one a bit as only three or four books were out of place, but hey, I needed it). That one really got the bosses attention. She personally sought me out and spent a good portion of time with me going over the problems I am having with these three, and what she was going to do about it.

Tomorrow, they are getting their performance evaluations. Tomorrow, they will find out that they are not in charge of me, and are now in very tight leashes with the boss. I only have to finish the small section of inventory I was assigned (and may do so in whatever style works best for me) and then I can go back to my work. The boss also told me who to go to in the union to keep myself protected from these women should they get extra bitchy, and told me when to go to human resources and file a formal complaint so she has something on record to go off of when she reprimands them. They will no longer be able to bully people and get away with neglecting their jobs.

And that my friends, is how you win the war.

 

A Scamp on a Rampage

So after yesterday’s lovely interaction with the undergrads, one of the girls that I hang out with emailed the people who run this place and wanted to know why  no one felt the need to stop the bullying. I was against this. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, I removed myself from the group, and didn’t read any of the 20 something comments. I didn’t even read them when I got screen shots of them just in case. I just wanted to pretend that it didn’t happen and move on. The good thing about these assholes is that they move on quickly. I figured by Monday, they would move on to something else.After reading the email,  the warden deleted the thread, and promised she would talk to the RAs about what is ok on FB. Earlier in the day, the RA who was initially taking part in the conversation told the boys off. All of the boys who got scolded figured I was the one who went crying to him about it, and because two of the girls in the group are my neighbors, they are now camped out in the hall, outside my door (after all, it is the middle point between the two rooms) talking about how I love to cry to people to get my way and how I can’t handle a little bit of truth. I’m pretty sure lonely hag was mentioned at least once, but it could have been more.

On the whole, what a bunch of snobby rich kids say about me means nothing. They know nothing of the real world or hard work, or even responsibility. The thing that bothers me is that I didn’t say anything to anyone other than my friends (and the internet, but since I am not friends with anyone who is involved, none of them saw it). I was trying to mind my own business and hope they found a new whipping boy before the weekend was over. If I wasn’t going to get kicked out of housing, I would swing my door open right now and tell them all to go fuck themselves, and then kick the guy who started all of this in the face. He already looks like a retarded pug with a snobby pushed in face and prissy accent, so I am pretty sure that I can take him. It’s the 6 other guys and two girls I am not so sure about. I am, after all, 1 tiny female.

Moral of the story: Don’t say anything. Next time their is some sort of injustice, I am just going to let it go by me and keep my nose out of it……yeah, like that will ever happen. We all know me and my smart mouth (although this time I did not suggest that any of the boys perform sex acts on each other) will continue to speak out against something not right. Someone has to civilize the savages that live here.

The real moral of the story: It is worth the extra debt to live in dorm that does not allow undergrads. I knew that dorm life would not be all sunshine and roses, but this is starting to get ridiculous. I thought for sure that after the first week they would turn into humans. Thank you UK education system for not counting the first year of university, thus making this an extended spring break for them. Thanks a lot.

Don’t feel too bad for me though. I may have cried yesterday when I had to deal with alone, and I may be near tears now, but I am more angry than anything else. You see people like this on TV shows or in the movies, but you don’t often have to deal with them. It is no fun being the punching bag, but there are a lot more people that deal with a lot worse, so for now, I am going to curl up in bed with a funny movie and appreciate the fact that I had ice cream today,