June, just evil and I hate her. She hates me too. I did nothing to her ever yet she is such a bitch to me. She’s always so rude and makes me suffer. Every time she even walks towards me I erupt in anxiety. I want to cry just being in her presence. I don’t know what to do about her. Supposedly I scare her. She doesn’t act like it. She’s the boss’ wife, though she is just as abusive to him too. No wonder he works so much. I do everything I can to avoid her. I refuse to go near her and I only speak to her if I have to, thankfully it’s rare. I love the days she doesn’t come in.
I’ve tried to be nice and the whole “kill ‘em with kindness” thing but she just thinks I have ulterior motives. When she talks to me I can never understand her due to her accent but she can say “stupid bitch” pretty clearly. I wish I had recorded it. I record a lot of the abuse in this office just in case I need it for a lawsuit one day. Even if the abuse has nothing to do with me, I still want to prove this place is a hostile environment. She called me this because I am freezing and I have my little heater on. Supposedly she is hot and it’s my fault. Well the stupid bitch (ironic) doesn’t seem to know how science works. She’s in another room, my heat doesn’t even point towards her office, and my desk is in a large open room with high ceilings. I highly doubt my little heater is affecting her. In fact it barely affects me. I have to keep pulling it closer to me to feel the heat, thus pointing it even more away from her office. I should have just grabbed her hand with my ice cold one and showed her how cold I actually am.
She has a door, she could just close it and hey problem solved. But no, she has to come make me turn my heat down. She stood there and watched me do it. I turned it down, not off so she walked away calling me a stupid bitch. Now I’m sitting here with a severe panic attack and on the verge of tears. There is nothing I can do.
I wish I could just get another job but without taking a pay cut and going back to working multiple part time jobs, I can’t leave. I need the money and the experience to get a better job that will pay just as well or better. This whole place is hell and has gotten so bad I’ve been in a dark depression and had to start therapy again.
And there it is…the emotional breakdown. I’m sure she would be happy to see the tears steaming down my face. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
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