01-21-2009, 03:08 PM
I. HAVE. HAD. ENOUGH.
Firstly I would like to apologise. This forum seems to have become my place to rant and tantrum, largely because its the only forum I am part of where my employers and my colleagues are not members also. You guys are also very good at listening.
I'm getting really pissed off at work. I am actually looking for another job but thats 'in the pipeline' so to speak.
I have one colleague in particular who seems to have made it his mission to be the most annoying, up tight, anal, demanding person on the face of the earth. He seems to think I was put at the job purely and simply to be his skivvy. He is also the bosses golden boy. I can just about deal with this but it is really grating. Especially when his demanding means our working day is continually increasing week by week. (We were working 8 - 4 in the winter with a good couple of hours for lunch. This is the naturally quieter season and our chance to rest after the summer during which we can work 100 hour weeks. However we are now doing 7.30 - 5.30 with half an hour for lunch most days, this is a normal day, god help us when the showing starts)
The thing that has really pushed me over the edge today is my boss and the manager. I have been told that I am too fat (and not in a particularly tactful fashion) to ride a number of the horses. Fair enough, I need to know and I am doing something about it. Since the new year I have been to the gym every weekday morning before work for a workout. I have been watching what I eat (I don't deny myself food but I have been trying to cut down portion sizes and make some healthy changes etc), I have significantly cut down my drinking and I have also done evening classes at the gym some evenings or been swimming after work (granted not every day and I can't go to the gym at the weekend as the opening hours are only whilst I'm at work). I weighed myself before I began and I was 12 and a half stone. I am 5'8'' and I do manual labour working with horses every day so at least SOME of this is muscle. I am a dress size UK12/14. I am not happy with my body size (show me a woman who is) I have a muffin top and a bit of spare tyre, my thighs could be smaller but I am not huge.
This morning the electric gates to the yard froze (I live on site) so when I got there at 6.15am I couldn't get out, the boss's husband happened to be up so came to see what was wrong. I got an ear bashing from the boss later in the morning about being up so early and being a pain with the gate, I said it was cos I was going to the gym to try and lose weight like they had asked. The retort was that I should just stop eating and drinking. Then this lunchtime I had 3 slices of granary bread and 3 grilled quorn sausages for lunch and I was told 'you'll never lose weight if you eat that for lunch. Now I know its not the best lunch ever but there's no need to speak to me like that, I went to the gym twice yesterday and once this morning already.
Have to go back to work now but had to put this down cos I am so pissed off and just feel like telling them to fuck off and going to eat a load of chocolate.
Firstly I would like to apologise. This forum seems to have become my place to rant and tantrum, largely because its the only forum I am part of where my employers and my colleagues are not members also. You guys are also very good at listening.
I'm getting really pissed off at work. I am actually looking for another job but thats 'in the pipeline' so to speak.
I have one colleague in particular who seems to have made it his mission to be the most annoying, up tight, anal, demanding person on the face of the earth. He seems to think I was put at the job purely and simply to be his skivvy. He is also the bosses golden boy. I can just about deal with this but it is really grating. Especially when his demanding means our working day is continually increasing week by week. (We were working 8 - 4 in the winter with a good couple of hours for lunch. This is the naturally quieter season and our chance to rest after the summer during which we can work 100 hour weeks. However we are now doing 7.30 - 5.30 with half an hour for lunch most days, this is a normal day, god help us when the showing starts)
The thing that has really pushed me over the edge today is my boss and the manager. I have been told that I am too fat (and not in a particularly tactful fashion) to ride a number of the horses. Fair enough, I need to know and I am doing something about it. Since the new year I have been to the gym every weekday morning before work for a workout. I have been watching what I eat (I don't deny myself food but I have been trying to cut down portion sizes and make some healthy changes etc), I have significantly cut down my drinking and I have also done evening classes at the gym some evenings or been swimming after work (granted not every day and I can't go to the gym at the weekend as the opening hours are only whilst I'm at work). I weighed myself before I began and I was 12 and a half stone. I am 5'8'' and I do manual labour working with horses every day so at least SOME of this is muscle. I am a dress size UK12/14. I am not happy with my body size (show me a woman who is) I have a muffin top and a bit of spare tyre, my thighs could be smaller but I am not huge.
This morning the electric gates to the yard froze (I live on site) so when I got there at 6.15am I couldn't get out, the boss's husband happened to be up so came to see what was wrong. I got an ear bashing from the boss later in the morning about being up so early and being a pain with the gate, I said it was cos I was going to the gym to try and lose weight like they had asked. The retort was that I should just stop eating and drinking. Then this lunchtime I had 3 slices of granary bread and 3 grilled quorn sausages for lunch and I was told 'you'll never lose weight if you eat that for lunch. Now I know its not the best lunch ever but there's no need to speak to me like that, I went to the gym twice yesterday and once this morning already.
Have to go back to work now but had to put this down cos I am so pissed off and just feel like telling them to fuck off and going to eat a load of chocolate.