ick someone in the hallway smelled like my mom's makeup. marykay. made me want to throw up a little. i judged the lady in the hallway for that reason alone. it's insane how much we attach to smells.
*sigh* i'm feeling quite a bit discouraged with time right now. i want certain things to happen, and i'm nervous that they won't ever happen, and worried about messing it all up.
note to you, not me if you did something wrong, someone will tell you. if i tell you that it's something someone else did, please trust me. don't continue to investigate it, worrying incessantly that you've done something to mess it up. also, don't jump into other people's conversations simply because you think you can help. you usually can't, and only confuse everyone involved.
wtf so i understand if you are so scared of change and failure that you hold on to your job title and everything that it entails. i get that. you're petrified of anyone taking any job away from you, even if you've taken too much on and can't handle the job on your own. fine. but when i have responsibilities, don't just hand them off to whoever happens to walk by simply because they asked how to do something. these people working for us are temporarily here. TEMPORARILY HERE. get that? sure, if they're helping us, we'll take the extra help. don't give them the ability to change the contact email to their own email. what the fuck? and when they leave, they'll still receive OUR information. what a clusterfuck that will be. sure, hold on to your jobs with clenching fists and gnashing teeth. but don't freely give away my jobs to whoever you fucking desire. fuck you.
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