I don't really know for sure what it is exactly that I'm feeling. I will just let my thoughts run now and see what I find.
I am angry. Or at least that's the closest I can describe it.
Two of my colleagues leave on Friday, another leaves the end of next month. I feel so restless because of it because now that they are leaving, they feel freer to share with the rest of us the crap that they had to put up with. It's not very pleasant. I have ranted about it here in the past, but apparently one of the bosses was talking to a potential re-employee (he left a few years ago) and basically going through the staff list, listing everyone's faults, along the lines of "x doesn't know what she's doing, y doesn't have a clue, z just blabla" blabla dissing everyone. Apparently he disses us to clients, co-working company's people, etc. Another colleague says "don't think that any of us is spared of that 'treatment' by him!".
So now they are having interviews. And for some reason that just makes me feel so angry. The false-civility, treating them like normal people, when in reality we all don't *get* treated... we just aren't really there. The fact that we are so not-there that the boss can just in a fit of anger and frustration threaten someone's job, without actually GIVING A F&&K that it is a person that he's getting angry at. It's a goddamned person who would actually, when you get down to it, LIKE to enjoy their job!! But no, that's only part of it. The fact that your needing time off after an OPERATION is so begrudginly acknowledged/allowed, or like the one occasion: a pregnant colleague tripped down some steps, nearly bashed her head open on a sticking out bit of ex-wallshelf (the metal bracket) and the only response the one boss had was "she's been here, what, since the beginning of the year? she should look where she's going!". A) she's pregnant, you septic goat-testicle, and B) how bout just asking "are you ok?" maybe if you feel like it add "you should be more careful!". Asshat.
Anyway, I'm sure I've ranted about all of that before. But right now I feel so angry and fed up (again). This makes me feel so restless and itching to bash them across the faces with a brick and yell at them and kick them and jump up and down on them and kick them into the dirt. Or something. Something that feels satisfying. Not the greatest sentiment/mood/state-of-mind but that's what I feel like. And then I'd say "toodle-doo, *@&#^&$^&$!" and leave.
But realistically I shall go make myself a cup of tea and keep calm.