I am in no way shape or form...perfect. I fuck up I smile laugh cry shit swear . I am also a fairly intelligent observant and hard working Accountant. I am not a recent grad of the Sally Struthers Coorespondence School where one can obtain a bartenders licence or become a certified refrigerator repair man. So living up to expectations of perfection, and then being treated like a Devry drop-out when I fail is getting on my nerves. I may be repeating myself, but I want to do a job. I want to go home thinking I contributed to another sucessful day. I DO NOT require constant praise from anyone. I know when I do right and when I fuck up. Having been a number jockey for almost 29 years now I can tell the difference. What I also do not seek are passive agressive side comments about things my employer perceives as my weaknesses. While I do work everyday, I dont work more than 8 hours if I dont have to. My employer expressed surprise when I told her I get eye weary after 8 hours in front of a comouter. Imagine That!!!!
I get eye wearly after 8 hours. WTF is wrong with me? In truth, she creates such a toxic work environment that I look to skee-daddle as soon as I can. But how do you tell someone that? Answer: You don't.
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What is her fucking problem?
That said...do what you can to avoid violence.
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