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I was looking over my past journal entries and thought that my fist post upon returning would be a recap of the funny bits from the past couple years. However, people suck and I'm no longer in the mood for that.
First I have to say...if someone has been doing something ugly to you for years, why give them more ammunition? Why even continue speaking to them outside of what's absolutely necessary. Why not...press charges?!?! Are you STUPID? You are? Well here's your sign.
Second, the past week has been absolutely shitty. My car broke down on my new boss' first day. Then I found out from one of my coworkers on friday that she told him on wednesday that I had to get this week's project done by monday. Yes, it had to be done early and yes, it had to be done in 2 days as opposed to 5 since he didn't share this information with me on the day that she told him. Well there's only one of me and I only have two hands....obviously I didn't get help, because the project still isn't done. I'm not going to go into why, because I'll just get even angrier. Plus, I've been having to deal with eye doctor drama all week...my contacts aren't the right prescription so I can't really see. A whole two weeks later, he finally tells me that he needs to recheck my eyes. I'm not comfortable with him, so I'm just going to ask for my $189 back so I can go somewhere else. I figure that if you can't even give me a valid prescription, you don't get to keep any of my money.
But here's what's been bothering me the most. I got a promotion six months ago. It was made painfully clear to me for the past seven days that while I could say what I felt I needed to say in the past, this is no longer the case. For instance, I had someone behave very inappropriately towards me, so I had to ask him if he understood me when I was done talking to him about it, so I would have grounds to take further disciplinary action if it happened again in the future. Instead of answering me, he told me that he wasn't my child. Well my response was that if he could speak to me like we were both adults, then he would get treated like he was an adult. But according to the exec that night, saying that was "stooping to his level". So what the fuck was I supposed to say?!? Answer my goddamn question or go home? So now, not only do I have to gauge other people's moods and know what everyone's social issues are and avoid them both at home and with my friends....now I have to do it at work too? So basically....all of you out there...I have to be super careful in order to successfully avoid pissing you off. If I do piss you off, then that's my fault because I either should have been more careful with what I said, or I should have read your mind in the event that you mispoke yourself (because if you mispeak yourself and I take what you've said for how I heard it, I'm STILL WRONG!). But I also don't have the right to get pissed off when people aren't equally as careful with me. In fact, doing so makes me a raging bitch and not even worth talking to.
Yes, that is the lesson that the past seven days have taught me. So now I have a choice, I suppose. I can either grin and continue to take it in the ass, I can quit my job and try to work things out with the friends and family members that are bugging me, or I can just tell everyone to go somewhere and die and live the rest of my life as a hermit.
Decisions, Decisions.
First I have to say...if someone has been doing something ugly to you for years, why give them more ammunition? Why even continue speaking to them outside of what's absolutely necessary. Why not...press charges?!?! Are you STUPID? You are? Well here's your sign.
Second, the past week has been absolutely shitty. My car broke down on my new boss' first day. Then I found out from one of my coworkers on friday that she told him on wednesday that I had to get this week's project done by monday. Yes, it had to be done early and yes, it had to be done in 2 days as opposed to 5 since he didn't share this information with me on the day that she told him. Well there's only one of me and I only have two hands....obviously I didn't get help, because the project still isn't done. I'm not going to go into why, because I'll just get even angrier. Plus, I've been having to deal with eye doctor drama all week...my contacts aren't the right prescription so I can't really see. A whole two weeks later, he finally tells me that he needs to recheck my eyes. I'm not comfortable with him, so I'm just going to ask for my $189 back so I can go somewhere else. I figure that if you can't even give me a valid prescription, you don't get to keep any of my money.
But here's what's been bothering me the most. I got a promotion six months ago. It was made painfully clear to me for the past seven days that while I could say what I felt I needed to say in the past, this is no longer the case. For instance, I had someone behave very inappropriately towards me, so I had to ask him if he understood me when I was done talking to him about it, so I would have grounds to take further disciplinary action if it happened again in the future. Instead of answering me, he told me that he wasn't my child. Well my response was that if he could speak to me like we were both adults, then he would get treated like he was an adult. But according to the exec that night, saying that was "stooping to his level". So what the fuck was I supposed to say?!? Answer my goddamn question or go home? So now, not only do I have to gauge other people's moods and know what everyone's social issues are and avoid them both at home and with my friends....now I have to do it at work too? So basically....all of you out there...I have to be super careful in order to successfully avoid pissing you off. If I do piss you off, then that's my fault because I either should have been more careful with what I said, or I should have read your mind in the event that you mispoke yourself (because if you mispeak yourself and I take what you've said for how I heard it, I'm STILL WRONG!). But I also don't have the right to get pissed off when people aren't equally as careful with me. In fact, doing so makes me a raging bitch and not even worth talking to.
Yes, that is the lesson that the past seven days have taught me. So now I have a choice, I suppose. I can either grin and continue to take it in the ass, I can quit my job and try to work things out with the friends and family members that are bugging me, or I can just tell everyone to go somewhere and die and live the rest of my life as a hermit.
Decisions, Decisions.