Feeling rather frustrated today. It’s really pretty outside, and nothing is awful, per se, so I feel a little weird complaining.
But I’m gonna, because, well, if you can’t complain about shit you can’t change, what can you do? (Hardy Har)
Since tapering off the steroid, my hives are back, along with the acid reflux my Singulair is giving me, magnified. Today, the acid is creeping into my throat and making my neck and tongue tingle and hurt as well. I had a pulmonary function test this week, and was surprised to discover that aside from my “asthmatic episodes,” I actually have a slightly better than normal lung capacity. So…yay me, I guess. But I feel like shit today.
Then there’s the training job I was passed over for…after MUCH work and, apparently, much miscommunication…of the sort where apparently the business development manager from NJ, who I have been collaborating with all along, thought something I was supposed to do a certain way, and I neglected to pull the details of that “something” out if thin air with my telepathic powers of omniscience. Mind you, this is the second time he has been disappointed in me already, for failing to know I should do something in a way he never told me to do it. Already, I am so disappointing and he has never met me.
So after telling me, via e-mail, that he gave the local position to someone who could offer more classes, he also gently chided me for failing to kiss ass read his mind again take the initiative…yes, that’s it, to go in and meet the new local manager before I even secured the job in question. And then… wait for it…he offered me the possibility of a position in a store farther away.
Now, set my own personal disappointment aside, I have just also officially learned that DH was passed over for promotion at his job…AGAIN… for some one LESS qualified…AGAIN. Because he doesn’t kiss the right ass or he isn’t related to the right people. Yes, this is actually how it works at his job and no one really does anything about it, for fear of losing their job if they speak up. And all this favoritism never seems to bite management in the ass either, because there is always someone who has to clean up the mess (my husband, for instance) that the “teacher’s pets” have made.
Sorry. I know I am grumbly, but I am feeling very jaded today. In fact, I think I will delve into my growing folder of JPEGs and GIFs saved specifically for hard to express emotions to illustrate how I am feeling.
First: we’ll call this one shock/numb incredulity.

What? What?! Seriously?
Next comes the visceral gut response. Seething fury and frustration.

Usually accompanied by flagrant use of profanity and/or hard liquor.
And finally, and this is the longest phase, most likely continuing even after “acceptance…” And that is abject disgust:

No one does “disgust” better than Prince.
So, if I accomplished nothing else by complaining on the bloggie today, at least I will have given you the gift of GIF. (Baddum bum!)
What a load of utter shite. I’m sorry, hon. At least you can still hold your heads up for not being kiss-ass assholes. I know it doesn’t pay the bills.
For sure it doesn’t. I know the only reason Keith hasn’t gone off is because he has to support me and the baby right now. And I was hoping to lighten the load and build my business…but I told him, I am too old and come too far to put up with bullshit. 😀
It’s not just a ‘job’ you are after though – it’s something you are doing for love AND money. So yeah, it sucks they gave the run around but you’d hate working with such jackasses and possibly end up hating something you love. Not worth it. It will come, this wasn’t the right place.
You are so right!
Awww… K! You give away laughter when you’re pissy. What a jerk face! He doesn’t deserve you. 🙂
Thanks! That’s a great compliment!
All your tomorrows shine!