Guess what time it is?! Venting time!
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
My bloodsugars have been off the wall lately. I've spilled keytones the last 2 days and have felt so terrible I wanted to die. I couldn't work out yesterday because of it.
Work is stressing me out.
I've just about had it, when this morning I receive an AWESOME email from a coworker. I had copied them on an email saying that I'm not sure which records need to be done and I'm not sure what's on *coworker's* desk, but I would look into it (they want to invoice the records.) It was kind of an alert saying HEY we gotta work together and get these done!
He writes me back saying that it was a $#!tty email and that I need to get my own crap together before I start bringing HIM into it. Well, since he took what I wrote COMPLETELY the wrong way, I was slightly offended and forwarded it to my boss. She sent it to the higher ups. They told him to apologize to me. He did, and I tried again to explain to him that I wasn't trying to hurt his feelings, but that it was a heads up that we needed to get stuff done. WE. He wrote me back saying that he got chewed out because I'm a tattle and that he swore at me in an email for something that he thought was a just response, and that he's going to treat me with the same respect.
So I pretty much get threatened. Yay.
Over someone that doesn't know how to $$$$ing read or understand information when it is presented to them.
You know what?
It isn't my fault that you made a horrible choice to have an affair with someone you're supposed to be supervising. It isn't my fault that she is a lazy whiney pig that thinks she'll lose weight by not exercising and eating lucky charms and cinnamon buns for lunch. It isn't my fault that you got your man-panties in a bunch and can't comprehend what actually happened because you don't know how to use your brain.
You can just go shove it, because obviously you need someone to blame about your crappy life because you can't accept responsibility for your stupid choices.
So to end, I hate most people and it is really crappy that I'm forced to work with these kinds of folks.
Karma is a ***** and she usually comes raging at the most inconvenient moments in ones life.
I'll go mind my own business and laugh inside my head when I see her coming.