Guess Whos...
Guess who's royally fucked for this summer?
And not in a hot Will/Harry orgy either....
Thank YOU, Debbie Carreras.
I'm actually going to send her a bitchy email, as she refuses to get back to me anyway and I heard I didn't get it through my progam associate, and not her herself (even though SHE "runs" Human resources) What a dumbfuck. She even freaked out at poor Roberta (my supportive would-be supervisor) who fought so hard to keep me on. Apparently new "Debbie" is known for being "dogmatic," which is really just a polite way of being called a raging bitch.
Can I sue her for that? Cuz that would be a-fucking-mazing.
So basically I got a billion emails/phone calls right before my last class today and started crying. And I don't cry, and it's not something necessarily to cry about but I did. It's an alarmingly new trend for me. Granted the stress and other things had been building up for some time now (Tommy's death, Finals, now this...) but I just feel weird bringing that stuff up to people, that last thing I need is a call for attention/pityparty from people who have better things to do then take care of me. And the last thing I wanted to be was the bumbling crier with Shelley in my room so I just sat at my computer and put on my oversized sunglasses and wept for a long ass time.
I'm such a waste of life.
And not in a hot Will/Harry orgy either....
Thank YOU, Debbie Carreras.
I'm actually going to send her a bitchy email, as she refuses to get back to me anyway and I heard I didn't get it through my progam associate, and not her herself (even though SHE "runs" Human resources) What a dumbfuck. She even freaked out at poor Roberta (my supportive would-be supervisor) who fought so hard to keep me on. Apparently new "Debbie" is known for being "dogmatic," which is really just a polite way of being called a raging bitch.
Can I sue her for that? Cuz that would be a-fucking-mazing.
So basically I got a billion emails/phone calls right before my last class today and started crying. And I don't cry, and it's not something necessarily to cry about but I did. It's an alarmingly new trend for me. Granted the stress and other things had been building up for some time now (Tommy's death, Finals, now this...) but I just feel weird bringing that stuff up to people, that last thing I need is a call for attention/pityparty from people who have better things to do then take care of me. And the last thing I wanted to be was the bumbling crier with Shelley in my room so I just sat at my computer and put on my oversized sunglasses and wept for a long ass time.
I'm such a waste of life.