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Yay for a three day weekend! My work week was pretty stressful, and it's all because of my bully :( I think, as someone told me, that she prob had mean bosses and this is the first time she is a boss of someone (lucky me to be that someone) so she is taking all the crap she's gotten and doing it to me as a sort of rite of passage. The reason I believe this to be true is that I see the way our big boss talks to her, and my bully kinda emulates that onto me. Loser.
So the strike--it worked out the completely opposite way I thought it would in terms of affecting me. The first day of the strike I didn't go to work and neigher did my bully and my other boss (who I like). So I had brought home work to do and was THRILLED I'd have the day to work from home, catch up, and be jolly. Up until 10am things were great, I was working and singing along to the Hanson Christmas CD-things were great. Then BAM, we get this huge project that has to be done today and I have to work with my co-worker and bully on it. We communicated through IM, phone, and email and it was the most stress I've ever been under. I kept saying "I want to go home." Long story short, I worked until 6:40, couldn't stop for lunch until 2:30 (and I scarfed it down while working by the computer) started to HATE my RENT ringtone because I feared who was on the other line, and walked into the cornor of my bed and have this gigantic black and blue on my knee as a reminder of that dreadful day. So, day 1 of the strike: TORTURE. After that, come hell or high water I was getting to work. i could only do so much from home and I was just damning myself by not being at work, plus the other two were going to work (although they had it easier being closer to the office) so I had to do good and go on.
So, I did what everyone has been telling me to do. I took the train to the path, to Christopher Street and walked to my office. It was about a 20 minute walk. I got lost going there and everyone I asked gave me different directions, but I still got to work at 8:45. Which proves I can never be late to anything, even if I tried. So I loved taking the train and the path, it was nice and fast-way better than the bus. And my friend at work did the same thing, so after work I walked back with her. It is so nice around there, very chic. I think for my big 23 I'm going to go to dinner around there and just walk around. The morning walk nothing is open and the night walk, I just want to get home. Also, b/c of the strike everyone left early so I was leaving work at around 4:30, which was nice. Yesterday I walked to work and took the subway back to the path. Still got lost, but I figured it out. So the reason why the strike had a weird affect on me was--the day I was off because of it was one of the worst days I've ever had, and the days I went to work and walked--I enjoyed my walk and from now on I am going to take the path/train to work and even walk on nice days if I so choose.
Wow I'm writing a lot. But, to end off--my bully is in rare form and is so freakin mean to me. My two friends there can hear what she says (as can everyone) and said they would be crying if someone talked to them the way she talks to me. Wonderful huh? But the truth is, I'm over her. I'm trying not to let her get to me and just shrug it off. I am actually doing an okay job and screw her.
Anyway, three days off! woohoo-well it's only a weekend and a Monday-but I'll take it. However, next week I work Tues-Thur with just my bully--lord help me.
Happy Holidays to all!
So the strike--it worked out the completely opposite way I thought it would in terms of affecting me. The first day of the strike I didn't go to work and neigher did my bully and my other boss (who I like). So I had brought home work to do and was THRILLED I'd have the day to work from home, catch up, and be jolly. Up until 10am things were great, I was working and singing along to the Hanson Christmas CD-things were great. Then BAM, we get this huge project that has to be done today and I have to work with my co-worker and bully on it. We communicated through IM, phone, and email and it was the most stress I've ever been under. I kept saying "I want to go home." Long story short, I worked until 6:40, couldn't stop for lunch until 2:30 (and I scarfed it down while working by the computer) started to HATE my RENT ringtone because I feared who was on the other line, and walked into the cornor of my bed and have this gigantic black and blue on my knee as a reminder of that dreadful day. So, day 1 of the strike: TORTURE. After that, come hell or high water I was getting to work. i could only do so much from home and I was just damning myself by not being at work, plus the other two were going to work (although they had it easier being closer to the office) so I had to do good and go on.
So, I did what everyone has been telling me to do. I took the train to the path, to Christopher Street and walked to my office. It was about a 20 minute walk. I got lost going there and everyone I asked gave me different directions, but I still got to work at 8:45. Which proves I can never be late to anything, even if I tried. So I loved taking the train and the path, it was nice and fast-way better than the bus. And my friend at work did the same thing, so after work I walked back with her. It is so nice around there, very chic. I think for my big 23 I'm going to go to dinner around there and just walk around. The morning walk nothing is open and the night walk, I just want to get home. Also, b/c of the strike everyone left early so I was leaving work at around 4:30, which was nice. Yesterday I walked to work and took the subway back to the path. Still got lost, but I figured it out. So the reason why the strike had a weird affect on me was--the day I was off because of it was one of the worst days I've ever had, and the days I went to work and walked--I enjoyed my walk and from now on I am going to take the path/train to work and even walk on nice days if I so choose.
Wow I'm writing a lot. But, to end off--my bully is in rare form and is so freakin mean to me. My two friends there can hear what she says (as can everyone) and said they would be crying if someone talked to them the way she talks to me. Wonderful huh? But the truth is, I'm over her. I'm trying not to let her get to me and just shrug it off. I am actually doing an okay job and screw her.
Anyway, three days off! woohoo-well it's only a weekend and a Monday-but I'll take it. However, next week I work Tues-Thur with just my bully--lord help me.
Happy Holidays to all!