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There's always that one at your work place, retail and professional setting in my case. One that you just can't stand, or don't get a long with. The one who is out to get you, for no apparent reason. I even woke up with a headache this morning because (I call her the wicked witch of the west) she is just so evil, and I'm not entirely not sure how she's still employed.
I've mentioned her before, but last night she went in for a power play. And because I'm pregnant, I go so angry that I just cried, so she saw weakness when I really wanted to ring her neck with register tape. I'm giving myself a few more months at this job (job #2) before I quit, and it will be then where I'll get to say my peace, and boy I will. I imagine an epic show down, and I'll walk out the door and pretend to drop the imaginary mic. ha!
However, in a professional stetting you'd think there would be more of a political correctness. Well, not with this one. I call this one 'Queen B' (for Queen B*tch). She just thinks she runs the show. When in reality, huny you order supplies, and make copies of things. Lately shes been giving me problems. I have never done anything to this women, yet she seems to be threatens by me in some way. The latest episode was that there was a soda that exploded in the freezer. I just happened to have discovered this treasure and thought I'd be nice and start to clean it up. Well that just made me guilty and obviously I was the one who drank orange soda and I was trying to clean up my mess. WRONG. But she tired to blame me anyways. After going up and down the hallway asking everyone "WHO DRINKS ORANGE SODA????" She came to me as the conclusion. So I had to come out of the pregnancy closet and say, "No dear, it wasn't me. I don't drink soda any more because I'm pregnant!" She just kind of looked at me was like "oh." No apology, no nothing. And then went on with her buisness. She did her deed with spreading it around that it was me, but didnt do anythign to correct it. So I did. And I made her look like the fool she is. A few people knew I was pregnant and didn't beleive her. But now, (then at 8 1/2 weeks) everyone knows I'm pregnant when I wanted to keep it a secret until I started to show. I didn't want to go through the embarrassment of maybe losing them or one of them and then having to tell everyone again, like last time.
I'd love to hear your stories. Maybe come up with a support group to deal with these types of women. They're just awful.
Keeping this short and sweet, perhaps I'll turn this into another series. "The One Stories."
Until Then - - Happy Monday :)
Yikes! Good luck dealing with this woman for the next few months, and I hope your final mic drop is epic! :)
ReplyDeleteOh.... it will be. And I imagine there will be a slow clap/applause too. ha!
DeleteThat is so stressful because you have to encounter her every day. Sending good thoughts.
ReplyDeleteMy husband keeps telling me "kill her with kindness" so I smile and act like she's not getting under my skin. Most of the time it works :/
DeleteThat must be so awwful :/ Well I have my story from yesterday night. I have a 4.5 yr old son who is, just like any other child of his age, noisy and playful. He likes to push his trucks and cars around the house, likes to jump and run etc etc. As much as I try I can't stop him from avting his sge. A neighbour who lives downstairs, one level down, sent for security guards last night to set us right with the complaint that they are having uncomfortable time. False complaint made was they couldn't sleep the previous night because somebody was playing thump thump with a ball at 11.30 pm in our house. Whereas the fact is we go to sleep by 9.30 pm. I felt low for half an hour and then I ordered pastas and garlic breads from Dominoes. The yummy treat made me forget all about the neighbours.
ReplyDeleteI keep telling myself, just a couple more months at job #2. Its so frustrating dealing with downstairs neighbors. I had to deal with that sort of thing when I lived in an apartment. And now I'm hungry for Dominoes!
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