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I’m working in a vet office as a receptionist. I like to think of myself as super diligent and having a “get shit done” attitude with a bright disposition. Don’t you worry: this is not a “bow to me I’m amazing” post. Ohhh no. Apparently I was all wrong about that. My manager is “not impressed”. So much so that he had the audacity to say that he doesn’t think I want to be here. Mind you, I can’t not be nice to people. I’m not saying this to be cocky or full of myself at all. I have pretty low self-esteem and have my whole life. But in every job I have had, I gotta say that I did it pretty well and have NEVER had any problems. But all of a sudden I have 500 fucking problems. My manager and chief of staff pulled me aside and laid it on me. To top it all off, I uncontrollably ugly-cried in front of them. Like a fucking faucet, I couldn’t stop…I also hyperventilate when I am really upset. I could not even talk. They asked if I wanted a few minutes, and I just said “Yes if you don’t mind” (if they could even understand me). I could not. stop. breathing. I knew I looked like a psycho but I couldn’t get myself to chill the hell out. I feel like piss. I look like piss. I apparently do my job like piss. I finally calmed down and they came in. I addressed each issue they presented me with as eloquent as possible with my insane hiccup breathing. I CANT EVEN TYPE ANYMORE BECAUSE I HAVE TO CLOCK BACK IN FROM LUNCH GODDAMMIT. I want to disappear and punch someone at the same time.
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