I Feel Cruddy
I’ve been sick for about 4 days now. I don’t feel as bad as I did the first and second day, but in a way I feel worse than I did. If that makes sense. My throat is so damn tight and when I just cough a little it hurts a lot. I’m not as tired as I was and my headache I had from having a slight temp has backed off some, though.
I don’t have to worry about work. They were jerks. I was sick of Sara and her insistence on knowing whatever my friend and I talked about, ever since she’d quit. It was seriously none of her business and I bet she didn’t appreciate being told as much. All I wanted to do was to do my job and stay out of it. My friend didn’t drag me into it, Sara did. It didn’t help that she wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. I tried explaining to her that my friend wasn’t answering her phone because she’d lost her voice and Sara thought that meant she was pregnant.
Then there was my boss. I’ve talked about him here more than enough. The many times he’d treat me like an idiot. Or instead of telling me how to do something he would yell at me for doing something wrong that I never knew how to do in the first place. The damn bottle room thing where he went off the hook on me over stuff that could very well be classified as his fault for never telling me otherwise was the last straw for me. Since that day I’d held no more respect for him anyway.
I’ve had more than one job. I’ve worked for people and this is the first time I can say I truly hated who I worked for. It’s nearly impossible to treat someone with respect if they can’t show me the same respect in return. I am too damn free-willed to want to tolerate being talked down to all the time and made to feel like everything is my fault.
To put it simply, I liked my job but couldn’t stand my employer. Unfortunately as I’ve heard more than once, that’s life. I’d like to think that it’s not. After all, their are some jobs out there that don’t go through employees like they do paper. I’ve met my fair share of people who don’t treat me like a piece of chewed gum on the bottom of their shoe that they just can’t get rid of. Too bad Mike and Sara couldn’t be respectful or kind.
Now that I am done complaining and explaining, I am going to go spend some time with my slightly over active daughter now, lol.
