Uh yea....

So yea, it's been a while. Things have been relatively calm as of late, just working a lot, and don't have a whole lot of extra time to blog. I'm just wanting to vent a lil about yesterday.....

I really don't like my boss. But honestly, who does? I liked my last few bosses, sorta....

Yesterday started off poorly. Mr. Niceguy was very sick, so the ride into work had me completely worried about him. Naturally. What kind of day is it, if I'm not worried about someone. *sigh*

Get to work, and have a meeting. Get the 411 on how much I suck. Moving on. Day is packed with little one-off meetings, as I hand off some of my responsibilities because my boss thinks I'm not good enough. He never lets any process stay in place for more than a couple weeks. Funny how the contract appears to be falling apart.... Like he'd listen to me. Anyway....

Another episode of "Jessica's Incompetence", and Pseudo shows up. Pseudo does not like to see me upset, so I do my best to put on a smile to keep him from worrying. However, the day is going downhill so quickly, I'm not sure how much longer I can fake this.

5:15, another meeting to go over how I'm the biggest loser on the contract. That one really hurt.

Pseudo does what he can to cheer me up, but the day is really starting to wear on me, and I'm getting distracted. I started texting Mr. Niceguy just to see how he was doing. The only bright moment of my day thus far, was getting the ability to send him home early to sleep. This is not something we can normally do, but the poor thing was REALLY sick, so I pulled some strings.

Now, I should have known better at this point, but I was really hoping the recaps of the "Days of Our Jessica" were over, and needed to ask my boss a question. So I went into his office. After getting the "Entire Management Team is Flipping Me Off" speech, and getting the finger a few times, he dismissed me from his office, and I returned to my desk a complete basket case. Hiding in the bathroom for 30 minutes, then heading outside for another 45 seemed to help.

Most people know, I cannot handle getting yelled at. Never have been able to. I panic, and shut down. You may be talking still, but I'm not listening, and I am damn sure not going to respond to you. This isn't a want thing, I just do it. I'm not trying to be mean or rude, it just happens. And if you try to force a response out of me, I will start sobbing uncontrollably. Needless to say, there was a little of that, but thank god there are two doors into the bathrooms, so I could hear people coming....

I managed to recover, and get back to my desk to get my work done, but not until AFTER I saw my boss leave for the night. I kept watching the clock to try and get out quickly, because Roomie wanted to hang out, but I knew there was no chance I was getting out of there at a decent time. *sigh*

I left work at 11pm, Pseudo in tow. He needed to get home to check on his mother, and dragging typically helps him get out of the building.

Mr. Niceguy was up late from the medication he'd taken, and we were chatting away until about 12:30am. It was nice, he was cracking jokes to cheer me up, and I wasn't going to stop him.

Some good does come from the bad. In between getting chewed up and spit out repeatedly, I actually had a little fun at work and at home.

I am still scared to go to work today though.....