Aug 252014

A couple of friends have pointed out that if we were all at a potluck, they would make an effort to bring things to accommodate my allergies. And you’re right, that would be thoughtful and considerate. I admit I’m using a broad brush in my ranting, and you guys are good people and shouldn’t let my little tantrum change anything you do.

Maybe some detail will help. Our “parties” aren’t any kind of potluck, it’s just someone’s birthday and we get a cake and take ten or fifteen minutes in the break area to celebrate. And usually the same person goes for the cake, and always makes a big fuss about trying to find something without wheat in it, even though I’ve told her I’d rather she just get whatever the birthday girl likes, and that I’m not eating sweets anyway (another bit of dietary info I plan to keep to myself in future). Or she’ll get a regular cake and also some random thing like flan or a little single-serve ice cream.

And that probably wouldn’t bother me nearly as much if she would quit trying to get me to eat the stuff even on non-birthday occasions. Every now and then she’ll go to McDonald’s and get sundaes for everyone, and every time I tell her I don’t want one, and every time she brings me one anyway. The first time I ate it to be polite, but after that I just gave them to a co-worker. Or she’ll offer me chocolate, or some other candy that doesn’t have wheat and therefore “you can eat this, right?” Dude, I CAN eat wheat if I choose to, it just makes me sick afterward so I choose not to. I also choose to limit my sugar intake, because I don’t want to be diabetic in my fifties.

So I’m at the point now where my back is up a bit about the whole thing. I figure at the new place I’ll avoid all that by just sticking to the “no, thanks” and not giving anyone that opening to proffer me food I don’t want because it’s technically “allowed” by my allergy.

And another factor is that I’ve been training the new person at work, and more or less managing her, and I hate it. So I’m bitchy and petulant on my blog, because I can’t be bitchy and petulant at work. When I’m enjoying what I do the little annoyances are much easier to ignore.

 Posted by at 6:00 pm
Aug 242014

When I first started this job, I had only recently figured out that I am gluten intolerant. So I didn’t know any better. Whenever there would be an office party with cake or other floury treat, I would decline and say “No thanks, I’m allergic to wheat.” I felt a brief explanation was a way to be polite, so they wouldn’t feel I was being standoffish.

As it turns out, when you say “I’m allergic to X,” what some people hear is “I feel left out because you’re all eating X and I can’t.” And those people then make it their personal mission to find food that doesn’t contain X, or a restaurant with X-free food, or otherwise bend over backwards to accommodate your allergy.

And I really hate that. I’m a damn grownup, if I feel left out because I can’t eat the food, I’m perfectly capable of getting some food I can eat. If everyone else has a favorite restaurant they like for lunch, I’d prefer they just trust that I will say something if I really have a problem with that place. I don’t want people making a big fuss over where we can go, or trying to find some special kind of treat for the office party that I can eat. I appreciate that they’re trying to be considerate, but after the first few times I tell them it’s not necessary it’s no longer considerate. I want them to go on as normal and leave my dietary considerations to me.

So when I finally do get a new job, I’m not going to mention my stupid food allergies. If I’m offered food with wheat, I’ll decline politely with nothing more than “No, thank you,” because I’ve finally come to realize that an explanation is not required for good manners.

 Posted by at 7:34 pm
Aug 192014

This is our new girl’s first week (so I guess I have to come up with a new moniker for the one I used to call New Girl). And I’ve been tasked with training her how to do everything, because I’m “so patient.” (People who know me outside of work will be cleaning coffee off their keyboards now.) Basically I get the job because I’m good at being pleasant and easygoing with my co-workers even when I’d rather be bitch-slapping them.

Not that our newest employee needs bitch-slapping. She’s a nice lady, she wants to do a good job and is picking things up quickly. My dislike of the job has nothing to do with her, I just don’t like teaching people. There’s a reason I didn’t go into the teaching curriculum in college. And I also have to go behind and make sure she’s doing it right, and give her feedback, and find work for her to do. I’m almost her manager. I do not want to be a manager.

To make things worse, we really didn’t need her. I think the boss panicked when our second payroll girl left, and thought he needed more staff than he actually does. By Thursday I expect I will have run out of work for her to do. I just hope someone else will have something. On the plus side, that means I only have one more day of training to do.

A recruiter contacted me last week and submitted me for a really juicy contract job. Yeah, it’s a contract job but I’ve had good luck in the past with turning contract jobs into permanent ones. I think I’ll e-mail her tomorrow and see if she’s heard anything more about it. If I wind up giving my two weeks notice, THEN we’ll need the extra staff.