So That Happened…

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Guess what folks?  I’m a bully!  Yep, that’s right, I am a bully.  The same me that slams on her brakes to avoid hitting a little frog in the road and baby talks dogs and cries over sappy commercials and sings silly songs at top volume in public to make littles smile…
I’m a bully.  At least according to my bosses at work, who informed me that my coworkers all feel that I’m a bully.  Initially, I was devastated by this.  I try so hard to be fun and helpful and patient and such at work, even with people I find aggravating beyond words.  I will say that I have lost my temper at this job.  I have lost my temper at work a total of 5 times over the years, and 3 of them have been at this job.  I did later apologize and all that but still, it sucked.  So anyway, this whole bully thing came up in a meeting Desi and I had with our bosses, and that was only one thing they snarked about.  Basically, the whole meeting was a big ol game of “what we hate about you”, aimed mostly at me.  It was a total shit show.  I get snarked at for forgetting to fill stir sticks but it is perfectly acceptable for a coworker to have numerous complaints from customers about her inappropriate behavior without consequence.  Siigh…I really hate drama like this.

I’m fairly certain I’m doomed to remain single forever, which isn’t, like, the end of the world or anything but it is a bit of a bummer.  Currently, I seem to be attractive solely to men with few teeth and serious hygiene issues or slobbery old drunks.  It’s cause I’m so sexy and all, I just know it.  You should be totally jealous.

Randomosity:

 

Season premiere of The Walking Dead is Sunday and I can’t wait!!!!  Rick and Michonne and Maggie and the frickin’  tiger and agrh!  I’m dying to see what happens this season!  And that was a lot of exclamation points, wasn’t it…yikes.  I just looked over and realized my cat is sleeping with one eye open, which is decidedly creepy as shit.  I feel kinda bad, but I woke him up just to make the creepy eye thing stop.  I am reading a book that’s kind of a just a huge book of serial killers, complete with a short bit about the killer, their crimes, and their victims, and I have to say I was downright stunned at the numbers.  I just had no idea how many of those whack jobs existed!  I feel like I’m actually making some progress on getting started on my book.  I found an entire section of awesome quirky Christmas ornaments at Hobby Lobby and I need them in my life…all of them!  They are simply delightful and are just so ‘me’!

Toodaloo kangaroo!

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2 thoughts on “So That Happened…

  1. My humor has been misunderstood for bullying in the past as well. It angered me and I felt angry at the world for having to shackle my (Imo immensely good and smart) sense of humor with the handcuffs of self-censorship.
    It took me a while to come to grips with this but I did realize that hurting people is something I don’t want to be responsible for and if I am, “that’s your problem” or “you’re just too sensitive” is not acceptable.
    So, what I’m trying to be say is that I understand it’s a bummer to have to hear other people say that they’ve felt offended by your remarks in the past but that doesn’t necessarily mean there’s no way forward from there…
    On a different note: I didn’t fully understand this until I left the toxic environment of one job, where I had zero likeminded souls and landed a job elsewhere, where the balance was better.

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    • Sadly, it isn’t just my humor that’s getting me in trouble. P
      If I try to help coworkers, I’m accused of being bossy and condescending. If I dont, I’m being rude and and such. Siiiigh.

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