Friday the 13th Living Up To It in meh...

I just want to scream. I don’t usually lean into all of the superstition that falls in line with this day. This morning though, I had this overwhelming sense of dread coming into the office today. Of couse I would have it. I was off for a few hours. Just enough time for havoc to be unleashed and imaginary mad dashes to put out fires all in the name of being “perfect.”

So I made a boo boo at work. I own up to everything I do. I don’t try to deflect because I don’t make excuses. I could very well point fingers, but I don’t. I could gripe and hiss and moan all day because there is plenty to fuss about, but I don’t. I even get in trouble because I don’t. That’s about as fine a pickle that can be.

So my boss. He wrote a book. He wrote a book and decided that this will be the gift he will give to our board members on their respective birthdays. However, he was so proud of his book that he decided to give this book to our board members on days that were of his choosing leaving the natural order of things out of control. He gave this book out so far ahead of the actual birthdays that one person has received two of them. There were notes made and I didn’t catch them in time. Actually one was caught in time.

The error was mine because the information was there and I forgot about it. I own that. The catalyst, however, was my boss’ incessant need for validation. “Ooo look, I wrote a book!” (waits for the “ooos & aaahs”) “Here have one! I’m so proud of it.” And that’s another thing. He has every right to be proud of his accomplishment, but DAMN let it be given like it’s supposed to be given. He took a system that’s worked and threw a wrench in it because he was super proud of what he’s done. I had issues with this from the start. I knew it wouldn’t last. “I’m having a meeting with a group of people see if their birthday’s coincide with the meetings and I’ll give them their book.” Saw there was one book too many at any given meeting, so it turned into, “Daah well, just put it to post.” ::insert angry grumbles here::

But again, the information was there. The mistake was mine, but uuuughh! If he’d just left well enough alone…

Done screaming.

Respectfully yours,
Sister

Last updated March 14, 2015