A poor nights sleep and a weekend of work before the bully from down south arrives and my brain presents me with endless scenarios most of which end in me cowardly telling my boss I'm sick and can't come in for the rest of the week - lol - I am such an internal drama queen.
sigh - next week will be heinous.
She will barge in like a blonde bull. Tell us how crap we are. Make a slap-dash hurried job of it, whilst telling us we do everything wrong. Dumping the labourious shit bits on me. Imply I am slow and incompetent because the labourious shit bits take me so long. Perhaps tell me she can't see the point in me being employed here again - and then when it is rejected I shall be blamed. Which is what happened last time.
She talks a good game though. Tough and authoritive. I can see in her head she sees herself as nononsense and efficient, cutting through red tape and streamlining outdated fussy incompetence. Flying like an eagle surrounded by turkeys.
She works hard. Under control she would be a nice person. Probably. She will slave for the week she is here, in an atmosphere that is less than welcoming.
oh deary me
I think I am experiencing flu-like symptoms
I do apologise that his has just become a place for me to whinge about my job and I am not blogging this for sympathy and poor babies. I just need to vent and I find writing cathartic.
Pinning thoughts to my blog with words helps stops them from running around endlessly in my head.
It's like an endless pinball game in my head sometimes.