Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Rumors of my depression and anger, however, have not been.
Work has been super stressful and angering. There are some changes happening that have put some things up in the air. And my boss has been acting crazier and meaner than usual. Last week was one of those where I dreaded going to work every day. I haven’t been like that about work since 1991. Friday morning I was so angry I almost walked out. Today seemed to be a little calmer, at least.
Having been accused of being passive aggressive on Facebook, the accuser passively and aggressively bitch-slapped me about a week and half ago. Part of me expected something more responsible from this person. Part of me wonders if he even realizes just how bummed and upset I have been by his actions. Probably not. I haven’t worked up the nerve to call and talk to him because I am, at heart, a big non-confrontational weenie.
Hell, I’ll probably be accused of being passive aggressive again for posting that last paragraph.
I do need to get my head in a good space as I have had three nearly “panic-y” days in as many weeks.
Good thing is this is the last full work week of the year. Two four-day weeks and two three-day weekends await.
Hang in there dude. Here’s my favorite quote, I always lean on it when I have days like that:
“We’re all fucked, it helps to remember that.”
George Carlin.
Dr. Phibes, as usual, has some good advice. Hang in there, Chas, and better days will come. Wish you and I could think of a good way to earn a living there, and we could both tell the assholes we work for to shove it!!