It's Sunday, And Monday's Coming...
And, as usual, I'm sitting here wanting to scream and cry, because I really can't face going to work tomorrow... I know exactly what it's going to be like... boss and Flunky will be there, just itching for anything that they can use to take the piss out of me...
For instance, Friday's included the fact that my soup at lunchtime smelt, and - believe it or not - the fact that I did something so stupid as keep stamps in my PURSE! I kid you not... the conversation went as follows:
Ally: Did you post that letter that needs to go today?
Boss: Shit! I'll do it now... Do we have a first class stamp? (Goes to look) Bugger! We don't!
A: Do you need a stamp? I've got one.
B: That'd be great.
A: (Taking book of 6 stamps out of purse) There you go.
B: What the fuck are you doing carrying all those stamps around with you?
A: Erm... In case I need to post a letter?
B: But why do you carry them around with you? Do you often suddenly have to post letters?
A: What?
B: Like, are you walking down the street and think "Oh, I've got to post a letter!"?
A: No, but I take the letter WITH me, and then post it when I'm down the street...
B: See, I'm usually at home when I'm getting a letter ready to post.
A: Yeah, and?
B: So I keep my stamps at home!
A: I've tried that... I just lose them...
And it carried on like that... and he just wouldn't let up... Sometimes I wonder if he wants me to leave, but doesn't want to be the one to fire me... Is he thinking that if he pushes me hard enough, I'll flip and tell him I quit? Or does he just enjoy torturing me? Can't he see that I'm not strong enough to handle his crap just now? It's less than 4 months since my Dad died, I'm trying to sort out all my parents' stuff, I'm trying to pay all the bills alone now, and most days I just want to cry... especially when I know that when I get to work, I'm going to be mocked or criticized for everything... I've tried telling him... he knows I'm on medication... but he just won't cut me any slack! I'm not asking him for kid-glove treatment... just a bit of understanding...
Anyway, enough depressing stuff for now...
For instance, Friday's included the fact that my soup at lunchtime smelt, and - believe it or not - the fact that I did something so stupid as keep stamps in my PURSE! I kid you not... the conversation went as follows:
Ally: Did you post that letter that needs to go today?
Boss: Shit! I'll do it now... Do we have a first class stamp? (Goes to look) Bugger! We don't!
A: Do you need a stamp? I've got one.
B: That'd be great.
A: (Taking book of 6 stamps out of purse) There you go.
B: What the fuck are you doing carrying all those stamps around with you?
A: Erm... In case I need to post a letter?
B: But why do you carry them around with you? Do you often suddenly have to post letters?
A: What?
B: Like, are you walking down the street and think "Oh, I've got to post a letter!"?
A: No, but I take the letter WITH me, and then post it when I'm down the street...
B: See, I'm usually at home when I'm getting a letter ready to post.
A: Yeah, and?
B: So I keep my stamps at home!
A: I've tried that... I just lose them...
And it carried on like that... and he just wouldn't let up... Sometimes I wonder if he wants me to leave, but doesn't want to be the one to fire me... Is he thinking that if he pushes me hard enough, I'll flip and tell him I quit? Or does he just enjoy torturing me? Can't he see that I'm not strong enough to handle his crap just now? It's less than 4 months since my Dad died, I'm trying to sort out all my parents' stuff, I'm trying to pay all the bills alone now, and most days I just want to cry... especially when I know that when I get to work, I'm going to be mocked or criticized for everything... I've tried telling him... he knows I'm on medication... but he just won't cut me any slack! I'm not asking him for kid-glove treatment... just a bit of understanding...
Anyway, enough depressing stuff for now...
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