executive decision.

My job is killing me. Slowly but surely. From the inside out. First they tried to give me some kind of black mold disease. And now they are going full-force after my self-esteem. Maybe if they make me feel shitty enough about myself I'll just go and they won't have to deal with me. That's what they are thinking. Yesterday I felt awful and alone and completely beat down...again. Today I feel awful and alone and feisty. A conversation I just had with chicken little went like this...

me: I don't think I can finish those two reports by the time that meeting starts at 3. I decided to stay here and finish the reports instead of go to the meeting.
chicken little: you better talk to bitch face (not really her name, but that's what I'm calling chicken little's boss today) about it.
me: well you are my supervisor so I figured I would talk to you about it. If you aren't comfortable with me missing the meeting than you just have to tell me and know that the reports probably won't get done on time.
cl: I mean, I don't care if you miss the meeting but bitch face might.

Oh she drives me coconuts! So because chicken little can't/won't stand up to bitch face for me, I have to do it myself?? I called bitch face and she wasn't in her office so I left a voicemail. Two minutes later chicken little called me to see if I talked to bitch face yet. It took all the strength I had to just say "no." instead of, "I HATE YOU YOU STUPID COW."

Anyway, guess I better get back to those reports.