Why, oh why, can't I just be a mommy?
I am done, finished, over being treated like a piece of garbage by these people. I arrived at work this morning to find yet another War-and-Peace-length email from The Bitch herself, once again berating me because she has absolutely no business sense whatsoever.
You're afraid for your job. I get that.
It is not my fault.
I'm trying to help you, you relentless bitch, and if you can't see that...well, you can just kiss my ass.
Being berated on a mass-email that you type with no consideration for the fact that I am a living, breathing human being? I'm done.
Being dragged into the CEO's office because you had a shitty day and decided to take it out on me? Done.
Bending over backwards to shut your stupid ass up? D-O-N-E...Done.
Get in line. I'll get to you when I get to you. While you're waiting, maybe you can take a few classes in business. Or maybe common courtesy. You certainly couldn't get worse.
Sorry, folks. This woman has been thrashing me for the last two years and from time to time a gal just needs to vent. I bend over backwards, stay late and put everything else on hold so I can cater to this woman, and this is what I get. It's days like today that make me wish more than ever that I was a stay-at-home mommy.
Oh well...off to bed. Tomorrow's another day, and she's on vacation until Tuesday. Perhaps I'll actually get something done, dare I say, without even getting thrown under the bus? But that remains to be seen...this one is known to deliver class-A tantrums at 3 A.M. in the middle of her vacations.
Cross your fingers for me, y'all, and maybe say a little prayer. I could use all the help I can get.
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