I had so many topics to write about that I thought about this morning while showering. I finally get to sit in front of my computer to let it all out and I’m having trouble remembering the bulk of it.
I do remember thinking about how frustrated I was last night. It sucks sometimes being taken for granted all the time. ALL. THE. TIME.
At work; I think because the word “assistant” is in my title. I feel like my work load keeps becoming “dumber and dumber”. It started out with being called in to fix any and now all computer issues. Then printer issues. Then “LeeAnn, will you print a mailing label for me, I don’t know how to do labels in my printer?” I finally drew the line at making coffee. Only because when we finally got the coffee maker delivered to our new office, the first words out of a co-worker’s mouth was, “LeeAnn, here’s the coffee, you can start making it now.” Now, I would have no problem making the coffee since I am the first person in the office every day. But do not expect me to make it because of my title. If that’s the case, I’ll not do it just out of spite.
Same thing happens everywhere else.
I’m not a punching bag. I do not take my bad mood or any aggression out on you. Please do not take yours out on me. I will understand if you are sick or tired or just generally crabby, but I will not understand if you point those feelings directly toward me. Feeling under the weather or having everything go wrong during your day does not give you the right to be mean, overly sarcastic, and just throwing random insults toward me or anyone else.
Speaking of insults, it gets a little old hearing about all your flaws without ever hearing any compliments or anything positive. It makes a person wonder, you know? I can take an insult once in a while, but at least even it out with something you do like about me once in a while. I’ve become such an insecure person; I hate it. I
I’m the type of person who just sits and thinks about the things that are said to me. I wonder if words that are said are true or not. I wonder how I can change or if I should change. Then after wondering for a while I start to get angry. Why should I change? People should just love me for me, and if that’s not possible then, I don’t know, I guess move on.
Well this is not what I intended to write about when I sat down here. Apparently it was something I needed to get off my chest though. Maybe next time I won’t be so negative and whiny.