Mornin'...
I don't want to be at work today. I had to take some ibuprofen last night for my headache and, surprisingly, it didn't upset my stomach. Until now. And my cheeks are still flushed. I don't want to be here.
I've had my fill of bad bosses. One of them was murdered. No, really - she was. Her husband, who was an even nastier SOB than she was - hired someone to kill her. Quite scandalous for Paducah, KY.
I hesitate to speak ill of my current employers. Wait, no I don't! Seriously - they're nice people outside of the office. IN the office, however, is a whole other matter. This is an office run by entertainment lawyers and washed-up, bitter actors - a recipe for a "happy" work environment if I ever heard one. My immediate supervisor is moodier than I am, if you can imagine, and seems to have some particular bone to pick with me, though I don't know what it is or why. He's never called us "f**king retards." He just likes to make us FEEL like f**king retards and tends to condescend to us as if we're 12 year olds. My biggest beef with him is that he never takes any responsibility and rarely backs any of us up when there's a problem. He never wants to speak to the angry customers. He doesn't want to be bothered with complicated issues and CAN'T be bothered with the simple ones. He tells us he wants us to make our own decisions, but wants to be asked before anything can be done. Basically, he's a bundle of contradictions and it drives me batty.