Loving It
There are some work things that are rubbing me the wrong way....and they all seemed to happen tonight. I'm working through them and getting them taken care of, but I just want someone to tell me that they think I don't do a good job, because I do a damn good job. I may not be there at 4 in the afternoon, but here I am at 10 at night e-mailing back and forth with India about some simple issue that a Sr. Exec. is confused about. Really?! Really!? I do love my job, but sometimes I want to do it without interruption or insinuation.
I'm trying to be positive about this, but when someome gives off the impression that I'm not doing my job or that I'm doing it wrong it irks me to no end. Try being in my shoes for a week...you wouldn't last a frickin day!
On a side note - another 4 pounds lost. I'll record it officially once Iget weighed at the doctors. Hopefully their scale and my scale read the same way.
I'm trying to be positive about this, but when someome gives off the impression that I'm not doing my job or that I'm doing it wrong it irks me to no end. Try being in my shoes for a week...you wouldn't last a frickin day!
On a side note - another 4 pounds lost. I'll record it officially once Iget weighed at the doctors. Hopefully their scale and my scale read the same way.