| Current mood: |  depressed |
What I say...And Then What I Am Really Thinking.....
My supervisor is driving me nuts. She is a nut case in the truest sense.
She “appreciates my creativity” but never really likes my ideas. Like the art teacher who grabs the paintbrush and starts adding brush-strokes to my painting. She is a micro-manager, and anal retentive. Her desk is a disaster zone though. I wish that would be micro-managed more that me.
Everything needs to be just so. A crease in a paper (notes not official documents) will be alerted to my attention. This was just not the day I am able to handle rejection. I am depressed enough the way it is.
My boyfriend and I had an argument last night over a backpack I wanted to buy to take camping. He doesn’t understand that I don’t have over 10,000 dollars stashed in the bank and can buy the best and whatever I want. I should not be criticized for what camping gear I buy. Besides, when he asked me what I wanted for x-mas and birthday I suggested CAMPING STUFF. Instead he bought US a computer. Don’t get me wrong, the computer is nice and all but when I said I needed camping stuff, I meant it.
See, I bought US a bed for his Christmas and Birthday. I thought of it as quite a thoughtful gift considering we had no shareable bed and he had spent almost a year sleeping on a cot in the Iraqi desert.
I think this weekend I will just stay in and play the computer and say, “If you would have bought me camping gear, like I had suggested, we’d be camping, so instead I will get some use out of this computer”……………..NO, I won’t really say that, but I am thinking it.
I just think it is time for me to receive some credit for how hard I try. Credit for taking the initiative (I tried breaking the ice this morning with my sweetie after sleeping on the couch, plus I text him a message)
Nope, I am just bound to get shit on like I always do. Dump on me day….Dump Dump Dump Dump Dump.
(Read comments)
|
