Oh my goodness. I’ve received reports from work that Jubba is on the war path (again). Apparently I’m in for it when I get back. Now I’m DREADING going back to work. I am already emotional (PMS?) and frustrated with my own things in my head…now I have to be shouted at and be told
I was called in by Jubba again this week (around Tuesday). His line manager (Concussed One) as once AGAIN complained to him about me being on the Internet. Apprently my previous boss (Tweedledoos) was involved in the conversation and he said he had the same problem with me when I was working in his department.
Well…it has been ‘proven’ that my suspicions were incorrect. Apparently I’m crazy and probably imagining everything. I don’t think I’m crazy…and somehow hate for people to think that I am psychotic. I should learn to not care what people think. I really should. The only reason I’m looking forward to the weekend is because I
I am dying for home time today. I feel so drained and tired at the moment. I went to bed really early last night, but woke up in the middle of the night feeling queasy – tossing and turning. The clothes I’m wearing are uncomfortable and I want to take them off. I still have