Warning: the bitch and whine mode continues. You may wish to just skip this entry completely. It’s just me getting it out and sending it off into cyberland. It really does make me feel a bit better….
Spent 90% of yesterday in pure CYA mode. Its gotten out of control. The only saving grace (if you can even call it that), is that Mr. Peepers completely bitched out one of my vendors in front of me. It got very ugly. I needed someone else to see firsthand what a dick the guy really is. And it also validated my feeling that it does no good to argue with him. Because he will flat out lie to your face and blame someone else in the process and then want a favor out of the person he just dissed. Oh the finger pointing! Dont even get me started
Finally figured out what his problem was yesterday. Big Boss was on his ass. He actually came running to me bitching about her. I wasnt about to say one negative thing about her or agree with him in any way. Noooo way. In fact, Big Boss was sweet as pie to me yesterday. I could see steam coming out of Peepers ears.
They play these games with each other. Its like sick and twisted lovers. I refuse to play this game. Simply refuse. I will no longer let either one of them try to get gossip out of me (yes, theyve both tried to do this before). Nor will I do or say anything that isnt completely 100% businesslike.
Sad that it has to be like that. Im supposed to be working in a somewhat creative atmosphere. Im used to laughing and joking around. Honestly, I used to be the one that everyone could hear laughing across the entire floor of the building. I used to be so much fun. We all used to have so much fun. Any and all creativity has been sucked out of this place and replaced by plotting and scheming and name-calling and ass-reaming.
Frown lines are ugly.
I did get two calls from headhunters yesterday. Of course, I didnt have time to talk to them. I was at work until 7:45. I drove home exhausted and literally in tears.
Ate leftover chicken breast and tortilla chips. Washed it down with orange juice (thought about opening a bottle of wine, but just didnt even have the energy).
Hopped on the comp. Got an interesting e-mail from an interesting internet date possibility. Didnt write back until a few minutes ago. Read a coupla entries. Left a coupla notes.
Dropped my mobile phone on the floor. Couldnt get the battery to stay in. Its broken. Had to scotch tape the bastard together to even get the power to come on.
Put on some jammies.
Loved on the kitty.
Yawned. Stretched. Crashed.
Woke up this morning bleary-eyed and bummed. Took my time getting ready. Got in the car and cried and cried and cried. Tried to call Best Bud for a daily affirmation. My phone is fucked. Sounds like a record on the wrong speed. She wasnt there anyway.
Got to work at 7:45. Worked myself into CYA mode again. Just as I had been a mere 12 hours before. It hurts.
Here I am at lunchtime.
Ill check back in later.
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