It's very hard to write this entry without excessive use of the word 'fuck'.
But I'll do my best.
I work hard. I'm not perfect. I make mistakes.
If I make a mistake in my work, I'll stick my hand up and take responsibility for it. And then I'll do whatever it takes to fix it. It's how I am.
However, if I make a mistake and I'm never told about it, how can I take responsibility and fix it?
Worse, what am I supposed to do while you swan about your office complaining about the quality of my work and martyr yourself trying to fix it?
How am I supposed to react when I receive an email pointing out my errors after the fact, telling me not to bother doing anything about it, you've already wasted three precious hours fixing it yourself?
How am I supposed to react when you complain to my project manager about ALL my mistakes, 90% of which turn out to be changes you've decided to make because you didn't specify exactly what you wanted in the first place?
If this wasn't enough, I lose more face with you by being completely unable to send further deliverables after email went pear-shaped, the CD burner popped its clogs and my document compression software would not let me zip a file across multiple floppy disks.
And to add final insult to injury, after a long, hideous day in the office, I called into the supermarket to pick up some groceries. Only to discover that part of my skirt was tucked into the back of my tights and had been for my entire trip home.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Some days it's just not worth chewing through the leather straps in the morning.
Later: Just got a phone call telling me that my baby brother has fainted in his bathroom and has been whizzed off to hospital and has four stitches in his left eyebrow.
Yup, the planets are aligned against me this week.
okie doke. Lets redo..
The martyr is a martyr and it has nothing to do with you so fuck him/her. Don't get excited, get calm. The person obviously was more interested in saving the world and whining about it, then doing the simple elegant thing, like putting it back on your desk. She;s a drama queen/ king, that's all. Needs to be saviour to one and all, which is not your problem.
You explain this in this way CALMLY, because you are saying it yourself. You can't win because the deck is stacked against you. Win by telling the project manager that the stuff did not come back to you..
On the pantihose?
Well come on Tree. That's pretty funny for the onlooker. :P And I am sure the universe will pay you in due time for entertaining others like that. :P
I agree with VeryModern! I hope things feel better soon! :)
{{{Tree}}} It'll get better, because there is a balance.
If I'd seen you with the panty hose holding on to your skirt, I'd've come up to you and said something right quick and even blocked the public view while you righted it.
Maybe no one noticed. If they had wouldn't you have heard the laughing? ;)
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Fuckity fuck fuck-fuck. A horrible, piss-ass day indeed.
Tomorrow will be better. At least that's what the weatherman told me.