This week can go fuck itself

People seriously are driving me to drink. Heavily.

Two people have complained about me to my boss this week. TWO.

Do you know how many people have ever complained about me to my boss in the SIX MONTHS I have been here, including these two?

TWO.

This WEEK.

What. The. Fuck.

The first woman complained because she thought I had disrespected her. She said she was “very upset.” OK first of all, I am not a disrespectful person. I am not a rude person, either, unless of course you are rude to me first. We all have our moments when we are LESS THAN CHEERFUL, but certainly I do not go out of my way to offend someone.

Apparently, this woman thinks I am the direct spawn of satan. And felt the need to tell my boss about it instead of, you know, telling ME.

Seriously. I have no problem with authority. I actually PREFER being managed, as opposed to managing others. But if you have a personal issue with me? Tell ME. Because then, only one awkward conversation has to take place.

The other one complained about some random work crap. I didn’t include her on the e-mail list for some B.S. LAME.

Again, tell ME.

This is the week from hell. Not only was my boss being an incredible bitch, like, the ENTIRE week, but two people I “offended” complained about me to her. Awesome. THAT helps things. Thanks.

I have used the word “fuck” today more times than I have ever thought possible.

Okay, seriously? While I was in the process of writing this (she didn’t catch me or anything, I am doing this in between tasks) my boss came in here and told me something ELSE I supposedly did wrong. I had to walk outside to get some fresh air and cool off so I didn’t fucking tear her round, fat head off her round, fat body.

I just submitted a leave form, for today. I am leaving at lunch. Fuck. This. Shit.

Sorry to be a Negative Nancy, especially on Friday. I hope my dear freaders had a better week than I. The weekend is upon us! Rejoice!