cunt.

[cinqueportelli]

just one time. ONE TIME!!! i would like to leave a meeting without feeling like shit. no matter what i fucking do for that woman, its not enough. [and no this has nothing to do with the folder incident of 2004]. its like impossible to please this woman. i feel sorry for her husband. all i want is encouragement and appreciation. not negativity. it'd be nice if she had some confidence in my work as well. but that's probably asking for too much. her classic line to me today was "i just don't feel like you're in control. and because of that, i'm not in control." um, WTF??? i'm in complete control of what i do [ignore the missing folders of course]. i dont know what more she wants from me. she has now asked me to start keeping a motherfucking log/chart/whatever where i am to write down the day she hands me something to do and write down the day i've completed it and give it back to her. what is this- second grade? am i going to get a gold star for my hard work? argh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fucking cunt.

and if she asks me one more time if i've found the folders yet, i swear i'm not responsible for my actions. someone's gonna have to get a beat down.