P(issy)M(ean)S(ucking)
This week has been dreadful. Well, not dreadful really, but I’ve been in a hell of a mood. It ranged from IWANNAEATEVERYTHINGAROUNDME,MAYBEEVENYOU! to bouts of IWILLKILLYOUSOHARDYOU’LLBEGMETOKILLYOUAGAIN. My hormones have been raging, raging so hard I thought, at first, I had finally reached the end of my sanity and was now doomed to roam the streets muttering to myself, waving my fist at others and drooling (only the drooling would be new, the rest I already do quite proudly). The biggest cause of grrrr has been my job. I feel like an idiot for even questioning the awesome that is my $20/hour job, but this week had nothing to do with reasonable. It was all about the gut. And the gut is fierce! I work with 2 wonderful women. One is a selfless, professional, all-around great woman. The other is a total hippy who makes me laugh. They’re supportive and appreciative and fun. My boss, on the other hand… He’s a primadonna. And he has moods. And 70% of the time those moods don’t affect me. He has P(owertripping)M(an)S(yndrome). He gets a high from treating us poorly. It’s all good… It’s all good until he catches me during a week like this one and then it stops being good. Or remotely fun. This week I’ve wanted to wear the pointiest shoes and just attack his crotch repeatedly. I was hired as an Office Assistant, I was not hired as a maid. I can understand all of us chipping in on the cleaning, but I’m NOT a frickin’ cleaning lady. When I turn on that vacuum cleaner, I just want to fall into a coma. I see my life slipping away. I don’t want to be this forever, but on weeks like this, I don’t want to be this at all. NO MORE! I am tired of being treated like crap by him, I am sick of his double-guessing every move. I cannot stand the fact the ratio is 3 females to 1 man and he still ALWAYS leaves the seat up. I am at that point of fed up I have started antagonizing him. This can’t end well.