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So. I meant to be all relaxed and happy to start on what should be the Best Weekend Ever (until something else reallyreally cool happens).
Instead I stayed at work an extra half-hour to talk to one member of management about another member of management. ...and you know, I was going to rant? Except now I find I don't want to. It's over, I handled it, maybe not as assertively as I wanted to - I was kind of shaky and not making eye contact, instead of as ticked off as I meant to be? But I did it. I went and reported the little jerk's behaviour, instead of letting it slide like I do waaay too many other things.
But a guy in management telling me to go to take care of a scheduling problem he screwed up on, ripping the form I needed to get this taken care of up and calling me sweetie while he was doing it?
RAGE.
Ha. I went to the member of management he told me I had to ask permission of to use my personal time, got that straightened out and talked to him about the jerk, too. Inspite of jerk-manager coming into that conversation and trying to sweet-talk his way out of it. He claimed that he had said he would talk to the guy, and at that point I did look up and told him that was not what he said, he told me I had to talk to him, and I was.
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Okay. ...in retrospect? Still not happy about the shakiness. But I did good here, dammit.
Now I shall just make amanager voodoo doll delicious coffee cake like I planned to do today. And then something else to distract me, so I don't fume needlessly.
ETA: I think cooking is good stress relief for me. I feel so much better now there's coffee cake in the oven, and the kitchen is cleaned. Like I've accomplished something - even if that something is fattening breakfast food. XD
...now where's the stuff for that voodoo doll. >:P
Instead I stayed at work an extra half-hour to talk to one member of management about another member of management. ...and you know, I was going to rant? Except now I find I don't want to. It's over, I handled it, maybe not as assertively as I wanted to - I was kind of shaky and not making eye contact, instead of as ticked off as I meant to be? But I did it. I went and reported the little jerk's behaviour, instead of letting it slide like I do waaay too many other things.
But a guy in management telling me to go to take care of a scheduling problem he screwed up on, ripping the form I needed to get this taken care of up and calling me sweetie while he was doing it?
RAGE.
Ha. I went to the member of management he told me I had to ask permission of to use my personal time, got that straightened out and talked to him about the jerk, too. Inspite of jerk-manager coming into that conversation and trying to sweet-talk his way out of it. He claimed that he had said he would talk to the guy, and at that point I did look up and told him that was not what he said, he told me I had to talk to him, and I was.
:
Okay. ...in retrospect? Still not happy about the shakiness. But I did good here, dammit.
Now I shall just make a
ETA: I think cooking is good stress relief for me. I feel so much better now there's coffee cake in the oven, and the kitchen is cleaned. Like I've accomplished something - even if that something is fattening breakfast food. XD
...now where's the stuff for that voodoo doll. >:P
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Chantal