I HATE 'Catch-Up' Meetings
See the smiles on my 3 favourite people (with the exception of my flist, naturally) in the icon?? That is how I should be. I wish to point out that this is NOT how I am feeling at this precise moment in time. I thought a cup of tea would've helped, like it normally does (British sense of 'Oh, your leg just fell off? Your goldfish got run over? I'll just pop the kettle on for a nice cup of tea, that'll help'), but alas, I am still somewhat peeved.
I had my 'catch-up' meeting because the boss (the immediate boss, miserable one, had crappy holiday) who is possibly THE MOODIEST and MOST MISERABLE person of all ever time claims to not know what I do on a day to day basis. She knows full well what I do - NOTHING - because I have nothing to do!
During said meeting she told me I "NEED TO START BEING LESS MOODY and I NEED TO STOP MAKING IT SEEM LIKE DOING THINGS PEOPLE ASK ME TO DO IS SUCH AN EFFORT" - WTF!?!?!?!?!? Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
*waves hands in angry fashion*
Pot calling kettle black, methinks...
Sometimes I'm tired, therefore not as chripy as normal. Sometimes I am PMS-ing, and so a little emotional and not as chirpy as normal. Sometimes I am menstruating, as happens to all us girlies, and therefore, due to epic pain, not inclined to be as chirpy as normal... Shit happens. *nod*
However, most of the time I have a wonderfully, sunny, chatty disposition. I make myself look busy, I sing, I tell amusing stories, I do anything for anyone, usually at the expense of my own feeling of self worth admittedly, but I AM NOT ABNORMALLY MOODY, dammit!!!! Everyone has good days, everyone has bad days... That is how life works... Ack!!
Aaaarrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I hate STUPID people who think it's their God-given right to tell me how to behave.
I even had to break the news to her that I am clinically depressed, and then had to explain that whole shabang... She's an educated woman, you'd think she'd know what dpression is. The Boss = DUMBASS.
Part of me thinks she wanted to know if I'm mentally stable, because depression AUTOMATICALLY means nut-job according to society. Its a case of: Mental Illness = Taboo Subject/Stigma so therefore people don't want to even TRY to understand it.
Do you think if I poked her in the eye with a cocktail stick I could claim I mentally ill and therefore not in control of my actions?! *looks hopeful*
Maybe... :D
I had my 'catch-up' meeting because the boss (the immediate boss, miserable one, had crappy holiday) who is possibly THE MOODIEST and MOST MISERABLE person of all ever time claims to not know what I do on a day to day basis. She knows full well what I do - NOTHING - because I have nothing to do!
During said meeting she told me I "NEED TO START BEING LESS MOODY and I NEED TO STOP MAKING IT SEEM LIKE DOING THINGS PEOPLE ASK ME TO DO IS SUCH AN EFFORT" - WTF!?!?!?!?!? Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
*waves hands in angry fashion*
Pot calling kettle black, methinks...
Sometimes I'm tired, therefore not as chripy as normal. Sometimes I am PMS-ing, and so a little emotional and not as chirpy as normal. Sometimes I am menstruating, as happens to all us girlies, and therefore, due to epic pain, not inclined to be as chirpy as normal... Shit happens. *nod*
However, most of the time I have a wonderfully, sunny, chatty disposition. I make myself look busy, I sing, I tell amusing stories, I do anything for anyone, usually at the expense of my own feeling of self worth admittedly, but I AM NOT ABNORMALLY MOODY, dammit!!!! Everyone has good days, everyone has bad days... That is how life works... Ack!!
Aaaarrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I hate STUPID people who think it's their God-given right to tell me how to behave.
I even had to break the news to her that I am clinically depressed, and then had to explain that whole shabang... She's an educated woman, you'd think she'd know what dpression is. The Boss = DUMBASS.
Part of me thinks she wanted to know if I'm mentally stable, because depression AUTOMATICALLY means nut-job according to society. Its a case of: Mental Illness = Taboo Subject/Stigma so therefore people don't want to even TRY to understand it.
Do you think if I poked her in the eye with a cocktail stick I could claim I mentally ill and therefore not in control of my actions?! *looks hopeful*
Maybe... :D