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Sep. 19th, 2007 03:35 pmYou know, I'm pretty sure that typing up a coherent post five minutes or so before one has to leave for work should be considered an art form.
I was just a tad bit late for work yesterday...but only a minute. And I know that they don't really count those minutes. Besides, I made up that minute anyway. And suffering my supervisors' presence (and his constantly running mouth) was my penance. My coworker has been feeling really crappy, so she left early. And apologized more than a few times for leaving me there alone with him. She knows that I can't stand him. ^_^
Though I am sort of talking to him again. Not a whole bunch of non-work related things though. Because I'm still pretty unhappy with him over his little attitude thing last month. Yes, I am intentionally holding a grudge.
There isn't much that actually happens in my neck of the woods. I am trying to find a second part time job, or even a new job. I've grown to dislike my workplace. And that's a bad thing. I used to enjoy going to work, and the people I work with. Now it's become a chore. Up in the ranks with dusting. I can't open my mouth to say anything, because if I do, I'm being a bitch. I guess it must be a hazard that comes of working with all men. That I would like to strangle at least once a day. But since I'm generally a pacifist, I refrain from it.
Hi-ho, it's off to work I go.
I was just a tad bit late for work yesterday...but only a minute. And I know that they don't really count those minutes. Besides, I made up that minute anyway. And suffering my supervisors' presence (and his constantly running mouth) was my penance. My coworker has been feeling really crappy, so she left early. And apologized more than a few times for leaving me there alone with him. She knows that I can't stand him. ^_^
Though I am sort of talking to him again. Not a whole bunch of non-work related things though. Because I'm still pretty unhappy with him over his little attitude thing last month. Yes, I am intentionally holding a grudge.
There isn't much that actually happens in my neck of the woods. I am trying to find a second part time job, or even a new job. I've grown to dislike my workplace. And that's a bad thing. I used to enjoy going to work, and the people I work with. Now it's become a chore. Up in the ranks with dusting. I can't open my mouth to say anything, because if I do, I'm being a bitch. I guess it must be a hazard that comes of working with all men. That I would like to strangle at least once a day. But since I'm generally a pacifist, I refrain from it.
Hi-ho, it's off to work I go.
