September 19th, 2006
* Today I had to go to a construction site. I really don’t mind going and it’s nice to get out of the office once and a while. The only thing that’s really frustrating is when the muthafucka asswipes men on site treat me like a little nobody; like I don’t know what I am talking about. (Do you think that it has something to do with the fact that I happened to be wearing pink today?) I explain things and they don’t believe me, it’s like I need to have a back up or something… so frustrating.. but I’ve gotten used to it, and it’s just something that you have to deal with when working in a muthafucka asswipes male dominated field.
* I had lunch with two friends from work today, it was nice, but I was feeling guilty for taking a longer then normal lunch break. WTH though, I hard;y ever leave the office during lunch, and it’s usually really short, so I thought - who cares? Well, *apparently* my boss may have.
When I returned to the office there was an email from him… addressed to everyone. It was really nice, congratulated on work well done, blah, blah, blah.. then the last thing was to remember that we have flexible work hours, but please do not take advantage of them. WTF!? I don’t know that it was directed at me.. there is another person in my office that is, shall we say, liberal with his breaks and “errands”. Not sure though. Hell, I’ve been there for 5 years and never once had a complaint about my work ethic or hours, but here’s that guilty / paranoid feeling again..like I always feel that it’s my fault and he’s talking about me when really I have no idea.
* Why is it that men always need “help” and if you’re not there at their beckon call, you’re doing nothing?
While Carter and his dad were taking a shower I was washing the dishes, cleaning the floor, cleaning the high chair, cleaning the table, taking out compost, playing fetch with the dog… and I get is SHIT for not helping because HE forgot to take a towel into the bathroom!! What the fuck you dick? It’s not MY fault that you leave them on the bedroom floor, or that you didn’t think ahead (as usual) and that I was outside and didn’t hear you call for help.
I have about 6 tasks I am doing at once and he can’t even take care off bath time and getting PJs on alone!? *sigh* I just have to shake my head… I don’t get it, and I fear I never will. Men.
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