this week at work has sucked ass.

monday was okay because i pretty much got to stay at my desk and run stats all day. SPSS is my new best friend.

tuesday, it seemed like everyone went out of their way to insult my intelligence and belittle me. of all the shit i had to take that day, the one incident that stands out the most was being told to get someone coffee, retorting "getting you coffee is not in my job description", then getting reprimanded for insubordination. and the fucked up thing about it is, that bitch who told me to get her coffee? i don't even work for her; she just barely has rank over me.

wednesday was more of the same and i went off on a few people cause i ain't no punk bitch.

yesterday, i managed to avoid interacting with anyone.

this morning, i was formally reprimanded by the director but only because he had to. i told him exactly what was going on and how i felt about those people and he was surprisingly understanding. he said most people just come in, take their crap, go home and do it all over again the next day without ever complaining. and that i was the first person, nevermind new hire, to ever challenge and tell people what i'm not going to do.

i think the meeting with him did some good though. less than an hour later there was an email from him sent out to our entire department about having and maintaining a pleasant work environment, being respectful, and a little reminder about what constitutes as harassment and its ramifications. the last bit kinda made me chuckle because i was going off on a tangent when i brought up the whole harassment thing.

i don't expect anyone to apologize but i am hoping there will at least be a change in people's attitudes and approach. the only reason i haven't quit is because i don't wanna give them that satisfaction. i'm only irritated and annoyed at this point; they haven't seen me get mad yet.



and then there's Jay. my sweet, adorable little man. he just wants to break all of their legs and crush their skulls. i would let him, but then he'd go to jail and he's just too pretty for that. i cannot have my baby sitting in some cell with Bubba getting *loved* in the butt every night.

he does get annoyed with me because i mostly complain when he asks how my day was. but i'm usually done venting by the time we make it home or to dinner so i don't see what the big problem is; don't ask if you don't wanna hear the truth.

anyhoos, it's the weekend. yays. tomorrow, i'm having girl day. alone. i need new clothes [for work, ugh], a mani and a pedi, a massage, my hair done, and i'm sure i'll think of other stuff in between. then, while he's off somewhere watching the tennessee game, i'm gonna clean and run around the house nekkid and listen to some muzak. then, i'll make him come home so we can do the hibbidy dibbidy. you know, i thought after i started working that our sex life was gonna diiieee a horrible death, but it hasn't. there's mornings, the nooners, the drive home in the evening, and when we're actually home after work and on weekends.

see! i'm adjusting and adapting! aren't you proud?


now, if 5:00 would just hurry up and get here.....

Labels: my love, this is who i am, weekend stuff, work stuff

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