I did what?
Yesterday was the shittiest day of work I've ever had anywhere at any time.
Apparently I am a sexual harrasser and it is going ino my file. Everyone covering their ass apparently because hugging at work is a no no. Awesome.
Thanks everyone for letting me down and ripping me a new one for being a completely normal person.
My boss hugs me. I get about forty hugs a day from kids. All my coworkers hug me. Hugging the jolly lifeguard (who hugs me) is absolutely not okay though.
I hate dumb people and I hate people that suck at life. I hate being thrown under the bus.
So I wont ever work for the city of Vancouver again. Damn.
I also can not stand to look at my boss without having horrendous thoughts and needing to dig my nails into the palms of my hands.
Thank God tomorrow is my last day of work there. I'm moving this weekend and by Monday my life will have done a total 180.
From living in my parents' house, sharing a room with an eight year old, living two miles from my boyfriend, working with low income and low functioning children for forty to fifty hours a week at a summer day camp...
To living an hour away in a three bedroom house I'll be sharing with my brother, studying law, seeing the boyfriend every other week for a couple hours, riding my bike all over town...
Like I told Trav tonight, if the next three years means I don't have to spend the rest of my life answering to ten other people, I'll gladly bow down and take my lashings.
Apparently I am a sexual harrasser and it is going ino my file. Everyone covering their ass apparently because hugging at work is a no no. Awesome.
Thanks everyone for letting me down and ripping me a new one for being a completely normal person.
My boss hugs me. I get about forty hugs a day from kids. All my coworkers hug me. Hugging the jolly lifeguard (who hugs me) is absolutely not okay though.
I hate dumb people and I hate people that suck at life. I hate being thrown under the bus.
So I wont ever work for the city of Vancouver again. Damn.
I also can not stand to look at my boss without having horrendous thoughts and needing to dig my nails into the palms of my hands.
Thank God tomorrow is my last day of work there. I'm moving this weekend and by Monday my life will have done a total 180.
From living in my parents' house, sharing a room with an eight year old, living two miles from my boyfriend, working with low income and low functioning children for forty to fifty hours a week at a summer day camp...
To living an hour away in a three bedroom house I'll be sharing with my brother, studying law, seeing the boyfriend every other week for a couple hours, riding my bike all over town...
Like I told Trav tonight, if the next three years means I don't have to spend the rest of my life answering to ten other people, I'll gladly bow down and take my lashings.