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Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Ass trolls and the ulcers they bring

As posted above, I am having career troubles. It is past midnight and I am awake. Wide fuckin' awake. I confronted Mike today about how heinously he has treated me and he had the audacity, the fuckin' nads, to play stupid. He is totally going into "cover your ass" mode and is setting it up so that if I go to the partners over this, he can say "clearly I had no idea what she was talking about - she was obviously taking my comments the wrong way." He knows the problems I had before when I went to them over the last dickhead. He KNOWS that I would sooner quit than to go through that again. Well, he has won. I am going to quit. I have updated my resume and sent it out to two separate staffing agencies this evening. The man has reduced me to tears on 5 separate occasions over the course of 3 days. What the fuck kind of working conditions are those? I am not going to HR or the partners so I am out. I am laying here in bed trying to get some sleep in anticipation of what is sure to be another fun filled day of work tomorrow and all I can do is see him in my head and feel the tension and anxiety he has brought into my life. So now I will go to work tired and ill prepared for the oncoming array of shit. My stomach is in a perpetual knot. I really hate him. I want to do something to him that will hurt. Really hurt. However, anything I could even think of doing will just end up on me. It will just make me look bad and I can ill afford that considering I will need another job before I leave this one. I can't afford to have a blemish on my resume - leaving a job in a poor manner, etc. I do not know if any of what I have typed here will make sense or follow any sort of coherent path. I just thought that if I could get my thoughts down and possibly out of my head, I could maybe sleep. I am not sure I am strong enough to get through this with my dignity intact. I really hope that I am.

Elizabeth at 12:40 AM

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at 8:40 AM Anonymous Anonymous said...

You are strong enough to get through this!! Without a doubt. Dont ever think other wise. I hope you were able to get some sleep after writing it out. I know, for me, it works wonders. Good luck today. Hugs to you!!

lawbrat

 

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