Today my patience was truly tested.
I recently started a temp position. Although the job has many perks, the only con is one of the two people I work for. To protect her identity I'll call her TMB (The Micromanaging Bitch).
TMB is not anything you've never seen or encountered in life. Everyone had or has one in their lives. They're the type of person who not only tells you what to do but how to do it. Not that your way isn't right, but they think their way is the best way. TMB's also have an added bonus: back-handed comments. Things like:
'Those shoes look great on you.'
'You have a lot of potential.'
'You're cute for a dark-skinned girl.'
Well, today she crossed the line. Her comment was so unbelievably offensive that I couldn't respond.
A family of mine (whom I'm filling in for) is having a baby shower on Sunday, which TMB was given an invitation for. On my way out the door, she said the following:
'I'm sorry I won't be able to make the shower, but I'm sending the gift with your co-worker... I figure at least the baby will have something of the best.'
Did she just say?..I must be tripping because she did not just say that? She's making it seem like the baby will only have bottom-of-the-barrel gifts.
Little does she know that she was only given an invitation because she's a show off. No one expected her to show up anyway.
UUGGHHH!
I try to look at everything in life as a lesson. Maybe this is teaching me how to pick my battles. Maybe it's teaching me patience. I'm not sure but she'd better choose her words carefully from now on, because the next time she slips up, I might have to teach her a lesson.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
My Baby is Dying
With any relationship, failure to handle upkeep ultimately results in death. I haven't yet buried her, but I am at that inevitable turning point in deciding whether to invest in more care or prepare the arrangements. Such is the case with Sheeba. She's not a person; she's my car.
Sheeba came into my life in the fall of '05. She was a much needed gift from an ex-boyfriend. I was a little hesitant in accepting her because I didn't know bow to drive a manual, but it was a very hard decision: learn to drive her or continue taking Septa. After a few lessons I drove her home.
There was the initial frustration of handling her in city traffic, the not-so-smooth shifting and stalling out, but we soon became one.
I must admit that we've had our share of problems but in the end she's always been there for me. I'm not yet ready to let her go, but I don't want to overwork her. It's a hard decision to make. I have a lot of thinking to do.
Update: Sheeba was fixed. She needed some radiator work, and next week she'll get a much needed tune up. After that I'm going to put her on the market.
Sheeba came into my life in the fall of '05. She was a much needed gift from an ex-boyfriend. I was a little hesitant in accepting her because I didn't know bow to drive a manual, but it was a very hard decision: learn to drive her or continue taking Septa. After a few lessons I drove her home.
There was the initial frustration of handling her in city traffic, the not-so-smooth shifting and stalling out, but we soon became one.
I must admit that we've had our share of problems but in the end she's always been there for me. I'm not yet ready to let her go, but I don't want to overwork her. It's a hard decision to make. I have a lot of thinking to do.
Update: Sheeba was fixed. She needed some radiator work, and next week she'll get a much needed tune up. After that I'm going to put her on the market.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Blast From the Past
Just when I was reminiscing about my short-lived stint in college and the friends I had, one of the contacted me the other day.
I'm not going to go into detail but Momma J* was a classmate turned friend turned roommate. We caught with each other lives since we last spoke about 5 years ago. Nothing bad happened between us. Life just got in the way.
As for right now, I realized that things happen for a reason because she works for a staffing firm and I plan on starting my own. Of course she's going to help me, but we're just appreciating the time we spent together in the past and lookng forward to the future.
*not her real name
I'm not going to go into detail but Momma J* was a classmate turned friend turned roommate. We caught with each other lives since we last spoke about 5 years ago. Nothing bad happened between us. Life just got in the way.
As for right now, I realized that things happen for a reason because she works for a staffing firm and I plan on starting my own. Of course she's going to help me, but we're just appreciating the time we spent together in the past and lookng forward to the future.
*not her real name
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
?
why does she keep going to Atlantic City when she gets paid only to come home broke, and be miserable until next pay?
why does she do this to herself?
why does she think it's going to be different when it's the same thing everytime?
why is she acting younger than she is?
why do I have to be the responsible one?
why won't she learn her lesson?
why does she depend on a possibility?
why do I let this stuff get to me?
why does she do this to herself?
why does she think it's going to be different when it's the same thing everytime?
why is she acting younger than she is?
why do I have to be the responsible one?
why won't she learn her lesson?
why does she depend on a possibility?
why do I let this stuff get to me?
You Don't Have To Be a Mathematician
*sigh*
My life.
The personal assistant job was too good to be true.
I met with the CEO on Wednesday, which was supposed to be a meeting about pay, but he said that he would talk to his partner and he would have an answer by today.
I spoke with him today and he tried to give me the run around. The purpose of him looking for assistance was for an event on the 11th (next week), but he never finalized the type of assistance he would need.
When I asked him if he talked to his partner, he talked around the answer, which meant that he talked to him, but not about money. He then had the nerve to say,'Well, let's just focus on the event since that's less than a week away, then we'll go from there.'
I couldn't believe what I heard so I asked to him to say it again.
'Let's just focus on the event, then we'll take it from there.'
I made myself clear in letting him know that I wasn't comfortable with that and he told me to call him in a few weeks if I was still interested, if the position is still open.
The nerve! He tried to get me to work for free! Had he flat out said that he didn't have much money and that he was looking for volunteers, I just might have done that a few hours a week. But the fact that he tried to smooth talk me into working for no money...No. Correction; work for gas, makes me so angry!
*sigh*
I definitely learned my lesson. No numbers, no job.
My life.
The personal assistant job was too good to be true.
I met with the CEO on Wednesday, which was supposed to be a meeting about pay, but he said that he would talk to his partner and he would have an answer by today.
I spoke with him today and he tried to give me the run around. The purpose of him looking for assistance was for an event on the 11th (next week), but he never finalized the type of assistance he would need.
When I asked him if he talked to his partner, he talked around the answer, which meant that he talked to him, but not about money. He then had the nerve to say,'Well, let's just focus on the event since that's less than a week away, then we'll go from there.'
I couldn't believe what I heard so I asked to him to say it again.
'Let's just focus on the event, then we'll take it from there.'
I made myself clear in letting him know that I wasn't comfortable with that and he told me to call him in a few weeks if I was still interested, if the position is still open.
The nerve! He tried to get me to work for free! Had he flat out said that he didn't have much money and that he was looking for volunteers, I just might have done that a few hours a week. But the fact that he tried to smooth talk me into working for no money...No. Correction; work for gas, makes me so angry!
*sigh*
I definitely learned my lesson. No numbers, no job.
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