If Stress Burned Calories, I Wouldn’t Need To Do Insanity To Minimize My Fupa
You know that awful fucking cliche saying, be careful what you wish for? Well, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been bit in the ass for thinking something was going to be better because the change I wished for happened some way or another. Seriously, I think I’m on a constant misery cycle or rinse and repeat.
Newest case in point: I finally break free of twat boss and get a boss I absolutely love, but then her boss, a new addition to the company has turned out awful and makes me stabby as fuck, plus my already shady company is getting worse with more bullshit. The last couple of weeks I’ve been dreading even more because of impending news about my boss. Today was my boss’s last day, she is taking FMLA and is not planning on returning, she is done after almost 5 years because of all the bullshit we’ve been dealing with the last month. So, the reality of her last day being today hit me harder than I expected. I think it was a combo of her being gone and the amount of stress I just took over that caused my gut to drop and become nauseous.
After the manager meeting I had to attend on Tuesday my annoyance and anger with everything has hit a new high. At one point I looked over at my boss and said I want to fucking give her the finger and walk right out that door after a snide assumption she made about me in front of all the other managers, but then the bitch contradicted herself when she made a praise about me. I was seething. I’ve been biting my tongue a lot around her and when she calls, but she is fueling my stress levels to infinity and beyond, it’s like she is testing how much shit I will put up with.
My boss told me she feels incredibly sorry for me right now, because she is leaving right before the new wave of crap begins. She said that my stress is only going to get worse and hugged me, because I looked as if I was gonna break the fuck down right there. I want to leave, but I am not in the position where I can do that. I keep sending my resume out and I’m at the point where I will take pretty much anything offered to me, maybe next Wednesday I will get my opportunity.