Deanna
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- Jun 25, 2007
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Warning this is a vent ... take cover! 
I dang near flipped a cog, blew a gasket royal at work today. Now, I only have 2 days left. Two ... and I may strangle someone yet.
Normally I work in the hot warehouse, on concrete, filing until my brain turns to mush and my eyes roll into the back of my head. But, this week, because the mean witch is on vacation, I've been in the front office sharing an office with my supervisor.
Today, she was on the phone (and this is close quarters), and she started TALKING ABOUT ME AS I WAS SITTING THERE ... she was talking in code to this person over the phone as though I was some freakin idiot, dumb a$$ that coudn't buy a clue to figure out what she was doing. I was flabergasted that she could be so rude and was damn near spitting fire.
I nearly walked over and yanked the phone cord out of the socket and nearly told her iffen she has something to say about me, then have courage and gall enough to say it to my face.
Instead, I grabbed a cigarette and my cell phone and went outside and called Dan (whose hair, what's left of it, probably fell out because of my language) and he tried, unsuccessfully to diffuse me. I, apparently, was talking so excitedly and with such a loud voice that the boys (men) back in the warehouse heard me and were SHOCKED at my mouth. Tuff. I finished my smoke and went in through the warehouse and all the guys parted an isle for me to walk through clearly in fear of their safety. I grabbed the rest of my work and finished my shift in the hot warehouse.
My supervisor is lucky she dodged one of my infamous tongue lashings -- it would have been one unlike any she'd every experienced in her life.
After she saw that I was pissed off ... she started acting sugary, syrupy sweet to me ... Thanks but no thanks. You don't treat people like that!
Two days. Gawd help me, please do not let me do something I regret!!!! (Or they regret!!!!!!!!!).
I dang near flipped a cog, blew a gasket royal at work today. Now, I only have 2 days left. Two ... and I may strangle someone yet.
Normally I work in the hot warehouse, on concrete, filing until my brain turns to mush and my eyes roll into the back of my head. But, this week, because the mean witch is on vacation, I've been in the front office sharing an office with my supervisor.
Today, she was on the phone (and this is close quarters), and she started TALKING ABOUT ME AS I WAS SITTING THERE ... she was talking in code to this person over the phone as though I was some freakin idiot, dumb a$$ that coudn't buy a clue to figure out what she was doing. I was flabergasted that she could be so rude and was damn near spitting fire.
I nearly walked over and yanked the phone cord out of the socket and nearly told her iffen she has something to say about me, then have courage and gall enough to say it to my face.
Instead, I grabbed a cigarette and my cell phone and went outside and called Dan (whose hair, what's left of it, probably fell out because of my language) and he tried, unsuccessfully to diffuse me. I, apparently, was talking so excitedly and with such a loud voice that the boys (men) back in the warehouse heard me and were SHOCKED at my mouth. Tuff. I finished my smoke and went in through the warehouse and all the guys parted an isle for me to walk through clearly in fear of their safety. I grabbed the rest of my work and finished my shift in the hot warehouse.
My supervisor is lucky she dodged one of my infamous tongue lashings -- it would have been one unlike any she'd every experienced in her life.
After she saw that I was pissed off ... she started acting sugary, syrupy sweet to me ... Thanks but no thanks. You don't treat people like that!
Two days. Gawd help me, please do not let me do something I regret!!!! (Or they regret!!!!!!!!!).
