I hate my job!
There, I finally said it out loud and made it official. This job is killing me from the inside out. I am no longer excited when I get up in the morning. Getting dressed has become a chore. I often find myself zoned out while staring at my cuticles. (Note to self- get a manicure. Your hands look a mess!)
I am so convinced that they are out to get me and make my life miserable that paranoia has reached fever pitch. I know that they listen to my conversations- both on the phone and at my desk. I know that they monitor my in and out time, but now I am convinced that Boss Lady is following me around the office and taking note of what I am doing while at my desk.
She makes an excuse to come out of her office and stand close to me several times a day now. She will ask me about things that she thinks that she sees on my screen (I say "thinks" because she is usually asking about something that I am either not looking at or an advertisement.) and has taken to giving people who stop to say hello dirty looks.
Even when I try to come in the door on the other side of the office, she is over there too. She is everywhere and it is driving me crazy. I caught her trying to keep track of the number times I go to the bathroom the other day. Are we SERIOUS people? There is no way that you can ease that into the conversation.
I have got to get out of here before things get any worse. I know you may be thinking that it could not get worse, but I don't believe that and I don't want to stick around long enough to find out what worse looks like.
They jump on me the minute that I walk into the door and don't stop coming until the day is done. Just today, Young Boss tried to tell me how to mail a form. I don't mean that he told me how to fill out the form or the address for it to be sent, but how to put it in the envelope and send it out. He then followed it with, "I probably didn't have to tell you that." No, but thank you for showing just what you think of me and how badly our working relationship has gotten.
The honeymoon is definitely over. The only thing left is to call the lawyers. We are done here.
I got enough french fries (regular and sweet potato) to feed LoLo and Tink for at least a month if it gets too bad. I'm praying for you and your new job cause I know it is coming!
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