I'm not in the habit of being a whiner about my life online. As my friends in the Temple can tell you, I'm a tough girl. A hardass, if you will. Today has turned me into a quivering, weepy shell of a woman.
Apperently someone took a crap in my boss' Cheerios this morning, and she decided to unleash a turrid of hellfire upon me as soon as I walked in the door, jumping on everything I did and even some things I didn't do. The fact that her customer didn't pay her? My fault. The fact that a customer she lent a display faucet to got all scratched to hell at their jobsite? My fault. Also for some reason I have three hours of overtime clocked on my timecard. I'm never early, or late to work I never leave early or late from work, but somehow the time clock messing up my hours? Still my fault.
Later on in the day I'm trying to show a couple customers a handshower on a tub filler. Now some idiot at this particular company decided it would be a marvelous idea to put a porcelain handle on a handshower that sits on the most rickety, unbalanced cradel ever. I barely even looked at the thing and it takes a kamakazi dive onto the stone floor shattering into a million pieces. TOTALLY MY FAULT.
Then there's all the other stuff. We're totally broke for the rest of the week, nevermind the fact my car is running on empty and we're supposed to be adopting this dog at the end of the week. I'm riding the crimson wave so I'm even more of an emotional wreck than usual, and the fact that we're supposed to be getting married in MAY and we haven't done ANY preparing.
If I were a real woman, I'd want some ice cream and a weepy movie. Right now I just want some booze and a dark room with my PS2.
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No sense in letting her get under your skin. Just nod politely, smile and walk away ...
... then take out all your frustrations on the PS that night - why else do you think they call them "boss" fights!!!
By crikey, I must be stressed all the time, if boozing in a darkened room with the PS is any indication. 
Angie: Nah. Booze + ice cream = farting. Mother's Iced Oatmeal cookies go best with booze.
Her solution, finding a new job.
The point of my story? Don't think there is one. Sorry...
That "crap in the Cheerios" comment made me spew tea out of my nostrils - that's some funny stuff.
Sorry you're going through a hard time. And don't panic about your wedding - think ahead to how amazing it's going to be
Things will all fall into place, you'll see. I'm saying a big prayer for you.
If quitting is not an option, then you got to stick with it. When going gets tough, my way of dealing is to treat it as a personal challenge, a taunt or something. Out of it, you will have gained more experience, and be a tougher girl than you already are. If lucky, you may even level-up.
kryu88
Ouch. Problems with co-workers/bosses at the workplace has to be some of the most stress a person can be under at times.
But the dog is a cutie. You shouldn't dread getting a cute dog!
Oh, and a dark room + a PS2 = paradise.