The Anatomy of Aggravation

On occasion, something happens that is so aggravating that you just have to tell someone... therefore, this post.

To get this story rolling, you must understand something about my personality - I am, for the most part, compulsively neat! Others describe me as Obsessive Compulsive (I won't name any names - they know who they are!).

Anyway, continuing on... I'm a very "helpful" employee, keeping our kitchen clean and tidy... washing the dishes that no one ever seemed to do for themselves... wiping down the counter top, scrubbing out the coffee pot, etc... you get the idea, right? Well, since my accident, I mean, incident, with the bleach (my eyes are still healing) here at the office, I've foregone my usual cleaning sprees, only succumbing once, when the filth was beyond belief. My refusal to clean has gone on since October 10th... and not once during this time frame has anyone suggested to the rest of the faithful employees that they wash their own dirty dishes and clean up after themselves.

Until today... and it was passed along by the one individual who would raise a stink about the mess... basically spouting to all, "I'm not your momma, everyone needs to wash their own dishes" blah, blah, blah. (as per the boss)

So, I basically cleaned up after all the little piggies for approximately one year... with only a comment or two from one or two fellow employees as 'thanks'. Must be true that a squeaky wheel gets more attention! Not that I plan to start "squeaking" or anything... if anything, quieter may rule for moi!

Grrrrrr... so very aggravating!

P.S. I no longer work here. What a blessing!