respect: "I fail to see how getting a cup of coffee for our boss or a client in any way diminishes us as persons. In my opinion the person who deserves no respect is the one who thinks he/she is too good for such menial tasks."
I totally disagree with this statement. It's a new age, and lawyers "of a certain age" (as well as their legal secretaries) are on the way out...I will not get a cup of coffee for any attorney. Fuck that. I'll support them in any other way possible, but get a cup of coffee for them? Uhm...I don't think so.
The legal secretary who wrote that I deserve no respect for thinking I'm too good for such a menial task as getting a cup of coffee is a dinosaur. This is why nobody wants to grow up to be a legal secretary anymore...that's what their perception of the position is. I want to be a legal secretary - and I want respect, which I am earning, but if someone wants a cup of coffee they can get it their damn self.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
My Job Hurts People
I work at a law firm, so that's not particularly surprising - but I believe fully, 100% without a doubt, that the level of stress, hatred, and ruthlessness causes people to become physically and emotionally ill. We have two legal secretaries who are out on extended sick leave - one with mono, which you generally catch only when you're run down. Everyone there is run down to nothing, though. I'm surprised we all didn't catch it. Another legal secretary caught it (making that three out) but got a milder case of it, and was back to work within a few days.
People cry daily in our department. People have panic attacks daily in our department. The words "fucking bitch" are spoken daily, as well. Many times, in fact. And don't take this as a limitation to just me and my co-worker in the next desk - oh, no...it's the entire floor that consists of the Trademark Department. The stress if phenomenal - because the people make it that way. Not the work - which isn't difficult, but the people. And definitely a select few people.
My HR person couldn't even help me so she set me up with someone deeper into helping with situations like this...Tracy. Tracy suggested that I buy a book called The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized WOrkplace and Surviving One That Isn't
That's how bad it is. Anyway, I ordered the book immediately. I should get it next week. I hope to God it helps because I,personally, have been doing nothing but panicking and crying for the past two weeks. I even got drunk off my ass last night - doing shots of cheap vodka like I was in college or something, and felt great for the first time in weeks. (Then, of course, I woke up feeling like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my head and was pulling it tighter and tighter - AND having a major panic attack. I guess I'd asked for that, though.)
On a lighter - non related note - I got two kittens who are just absolutely adorable to the point where it's almost sickening to look at them. I just love them both so much already :) They make me happy in a world designed to make people feel like complete and utter shit.
People cry daily in our department. People have panic attacks daily in our department. The words "fucking bitch" are spoken daily, as well. Many times, in fact. And don't take this as a limitation to just me and my co-worker in the next desk - oh, no...it's the entire floor that consists of the Trademark Department. The stress if phenomenal - because the people make it that way. Not the work - which isn't difficult, but the people. And definitely a select few people.
My HR person couldn't even help me so she set me up with someone deeper into helping with situations like this...Tracy. Tracy suggested that I buy a book called The No Asshole Rule: Building a Civilized WOrkplace and Surviving One That Isn't
That's how bad it is. Anyway, I ordered the book immediately. I should get it next week. I hope to God it helps because I,personally, have been doing nothing but panicking and crying for the past two weeks. I even got drunk off my ass last night - doing shots of cheap vodka like I was in college or something, and felt great for the first time in weeks. (Then, of course, I woke up feeling like someone had wrapped barbed wire around my head and was pulling it tighter and tighter - AND having a major panic attack. I guess I'd asked for that, though.)
On a lighter - non related note - I got two kittens who are just absolutely adorable to the point where it's almost sickening to look at them. I just love them both so much already :) They make me happy in a world designed to make people feel like complete and utter shit.
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