work

my workplace is a festering nest of politics - ok so most places are but I would say where I am is particularly bad. Like a minature Dail I venture to say.
I work in my clients office and have done so for four years.
The thing is it's a new comany in a tough marketplace and they need a proactive outlook from the people they hire. But they just hire aggressive people who like to fight and attack from behind. I don't have this kind of aggression as a part of my makeup naturally so the lessons I've learned on the job have changed me. Actually they probably just added to the cynicism I built up from living with my Granny.
Granny is and always has been a miserable person. Just a fog of misery all around her tiny self.
Anyhow i guess this is off the point really. I may leave that one for another essay.
Meetings are an attack from whomever.
Recently I started a new job which takes me out of the meetings and the politics or so I thought.
Yet I have spent the day emailing rowing about processes having a one up type thing with colleagues. GFY all of you - to them.
My boss is in the direct line of the political blahdom. She has a senior person in the clients organisation calling her now b!tching about the person directly below the senior person and almost directly above my boss (from the client side) . You see what I mean - annoying like a needlessly complicated bee/wasp hybrid.
What is wring with them all.
They have no lives.
I am exhausted from it all.
I need a holiday really soon.
Like on Friday - yip like o Friday.
In the middle of episode 22 Grey's anatomy.