So today was a personal disaster where FedEx and Dyson royally messed up and potentially could have lost a very costly item. They have been messed up for months, making everything harder. The only times that any of these people are open is during my work hours. They completely waste my time and make me furious – I’m down playing this to an extreme. I’m in a terrible mood and it’s obvious that I’m not ok. Does my boss back off and come to me the next day? Fuck no. She fucking descends on me the moment I get to my desk. Yeah, we can adjust my time for the time I was dealing with personal issues, no problem, but did you have to come at me the first fucking moment you could?
She does this shit all the fucking time. And then she follows it up with whatever she thinks I’m “slacking” on because her “instincts” tell her I am. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you. I’m the first one in, last one out, and I have the most difficult assignments out of the entire team, but I never complain and my work is pristine. You have a personal issue and it’s like a god damn candle light vigil at your desk. I seem anything less than fucking cheerful and you descend like a fucking vulture. You can take your micromanaging and your “instincts” and shove them. Get away from me. If you crowd me anymore, I’m going to be fired because I’m going to punch you in the face.