re: what I'll put up on the net. I've never censored my beliefs for public consumption, I'm not going to start now. If there is fallout, I'll stand by it. That said, Hubby doesn't come in here, and basic courtesy keeps me from saying in public anything about someone that could hurt their feelings. If I've got a problem with anyone likely to show up here I'll either address it directly or let it go.
That's even my real name, there at the top of the post. I only go by aliases on Yahoo, where I know bottomfeeders troll the user lists. Sure, somebody could see this, pull my name and do things, but whatcha gonna do with it, eh, laddie? I'm already broke and a bad credit risk. (Sorry, we're listening to Chumbawumba, and furious English rabblerousers are moving into my brain.)
Of course, darling. I declare that today must be a good day! All of my Bitches must be treated as royalty with glitter tossed upon them for each thing they accomplish and tea served to them when they need a break and hairpats and understanding given if they don't feel like doing anything today.
For all intense purposes today, March 3 is declared Bitches Day.
Until my boss recognizes Bitches Day as the official holiday that it *should* be, I still have to go to work, huh?
Feh.
Save some tea and glitter for me!
I still have to go to work, huh?
Yeah, probably. But I will definately save tea and glitter for you. Lots and lots.
Oh, good. It's Bitches Day. I feel in need of a bit of glitter, myself.
Oh, good. It's Bitches Day. I feel in need of a bit of glitter, myself.
Me, three. I'm not sure where this exhaustion is coming from, but it can skedaddle right back home.
March 3 is declared Bitches Day
It's already my husband's birthday. Wait, and my older sister's birthday. And my ex-boyfriend's birthday! Weird. But easy to remember. "Hm, March 3rd, must be somebody's birthday."
Apologies to anyone who's a boss, but I'm going to vent. It's not intended as a slam on ALL bosses; I'm sure the people here who are bosses are very good.
*My* particular boss, though -- incompetent!boss -- is going to get punched in the throat, and by me, if he doesn't stop this shit. He's trying to blame ME for something that HE didn't do. He even asked me to print out all my e-mail on the issue, so that he could "trace the problem to its source."
The thing that he didn't do is something that lies squarely within his responsibilities, and I told him so. I also told him that if I need to start taking over duties that he does, we're going to have to sit down and re-evaluate my position here.
His response: "I'm not pointing fingers here; I just want to see what your e-mails say so that I can see where the problem occurred."
I suggested he double-check his OWN e-mails on the issue, and he said "Oh, I never e-mailed [person] about this -- I assumed she knew what needed to be done on this."
Arrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh!!!! How does he not see, by SAYING that, that the problem occurred when HE didn't tell the person in question what needed to be done?!?!?!?
My responsibility was to provide a file to someone. Which I did. It got put in the wrong place on our Website, and fixing that apparently cost us a couple hundred dollars. It got put in the wrong place on the Website because our Web person misunderstood where it was to go.
Let me reiterate this: incompetent!boss said to me, flat-out, that HE DIDN'T TELL HER WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO. And yet he's implying that the problem originated with me sending her the file, because apparently I should have told her where to put the file.
(1) I am NOT doing your job for you, jackhole.
(2) You are NOT going to put the blame on me for something that you admitted you did!
(3) I'll tell you where to put the article, you great gaping jackhole.
