Here is the great thing about me, I have heard that I "can't" succeed, that I don't do things traditionally, or that I am not to be taken seriously so many times that I am immune to it. Basically I don't give a fuck about what someone has to say about me or my work, here is an example for my rant today.
Setting Boss and I are about to make a conference call to Asshole on why he hasn't been responding to me. Asshole is not aware that I am going to be on the line.
Boss: Hi Asshole I was wondering if you got a chance to look over the e-mails that Curly has sent to you?
Asshole: Yeah, how old is she anyway? Doesn't she know how to pick up a phone?
What I would like to say is hey Asshole, I was told to e-mail you by your superiors. Asshole you are an asshole, my age could not even be relevant in that question or statement unless you have insecurity about how ugly you are or how old you are. Asshole.
Today, Asshole has sent us edits on a document specifically trying to target me again because he thinks I wrote them, which the funny thing is his superiors had the final edits, so his asshole comments are not really insulting to me as much as they will be to Boss when she reads them. And he took out an entire section that he is paying for.
So Asshole, I don't give a fuck about what you have to say. My age, sex, nor background has anything to do with anything you are talking about or criticizing. Asshole you are just an asshole.
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Friday, October 21, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The interuption
I have spent the last 2 weeks convinced that I am going to get fired. OK lets be honest, I have spent the last 90 days convinced that I am going to be fired. I am not sure if I actually will be, I have not received any warnings but a lot of strange feedback. I feel like I speak alien sometimes, and my boss looks at me like it pains her to hear me speak. I don't know whether to be quiet or just convey my inability to speak alien.
And Ducky is moving spaces in our office, boooooooo.
And Ducky is moving spaces in our office, boooooooo.
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