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Post by Laurasia on May 19, 2005 15:40:03 GMT -5
Hello everyone.
Well, those of you who are members of my other sites will know how this thread is going to work. Feel free to rant about anything that may be bothering you in a generalized way. No cussing, mentioning of names, etc.
I have always felt that it was better to get such things out of one's system, so please feel free to utilize this option whenever needed.
Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Laurasia on May 19, 2005 15:48:23 GMT -5
Hello everyone.
It's probably obvious that I created such a thread here, because I have need of it right now. So I may as well go first...
My boss is such a pain in my backside! I have worked at the same pace for 3 years now. Yet, she somehow has had it in her head for the past few months that I don't. I don't understand why she cannot see it. I even work faster now!
Abyway, for the past couple of months, she's being in the habit (at least once a month) to leave a cryptic note on my timecard saying simply..."We need to talk on Thursday." This will be on Tuesday, so I get to stew about it for a couple of days first! Then, I explain to her how she came to the wrong assumption & she backs off. Everything seems fine & then out of the blue...there's another note on my timecard! ARRRGGGHHHHH!
She did it again today, so I decided that enough is enough. I have started writing down EXACTLY how long it takes me to do EVERY task EVERY day. I'll be giving a copy to her & her superior everyday. I haven't gone to him so far & have been trying to simply let it slide. The problem is I'm one of the best workers there! I'm not being egotistical when I say that, it's simply true. I'm definately no worse than them. I'm the one with the most seniority after my boss, so one would assume that I know how to do my job by now. Anyway, this is really making my job very hard on me, to have to constantly defend myself for being just as efficient as I always have been! I suspect that her boss won't be exactly pleased when he finds out how she's been acting, so at least that's something.
Sincerely, Laurasia
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Laiwing
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The longing heart does not choose.
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Post by Laiwing on Jun 28, 2005 0:08:14 GMT -5
My rant will focus on my parents.
I can't stand them. They can't seem to understand that their path cannot, will not, and never will be my path. That in matters of the heart, I will always heed it.
I am involved in a mixed-race relationship, and I care very deeply for him. I love him. I am going to marry him. Do they approve?
Of course not. And why? Is it because he's three years older than me? No. Is it beacuse he lives in Chicago? No. Is it because we met online? No.
Why?
For one stupid, insane reason.
He is black. I am white. However, our blood is still red.
Also, they do not approve of my practacing witchcraft. Mom does one of two things: She equates it to the extreams in "The Craft", or she compares it to Marajuana. I'm sorry, but I'm confused. How is the Old Religion like weed?
She doesn't even approve of my friends. The only reason I am even here is they are out of state right now.
I hate them. Truely. They will not come to my handfasting. They will never know thier grandchildren. If I have my way, they will never, ever know if I am alive or not.
I have been presented with a choice: My soul's mate, or people who have been cruel to me for no good reason. I have made my choice. I will be with my soul's mate.
Let the (explicative) and (explicative) suffer. If they even care.
(I'll take responses. Makes me feel better)
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Laiwing
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Post by Laiwing on Jul 12, 2005 11:48:43 GMT -5
More parental rants.
A few days ago my mom decided that it would be a good time to pick a fight with me. Bad, bad move.
I am not the person to pick a fight with, because I will give as good as or better than I get.
Add to that my mom considers what most people think of a firm voice as yelling, that leads to disaster.
Is it under my control if my manager isn't coming in until the next day to put the schedual up? No. Will my calling again make him come in any earilier? No.
The world is not mine to control, nor is it hers.
And I cannot help it if when I get mad or frustraited I cry. I cannot control that reaction. I try, I hate crying in front of them, giving them that power or satisfaction. Do not berate me for something that is not mine to control.
Again, responses are welcome. They make me feel better.
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Post by Laurasia on Jul 12, 2005 14:17:14 GMT -5
Hi EBA. Aw, sweety. I know how it is. My mother was much the same way when I was living at home. Next time you feel the urge to start crying in front of them & get even more upset because of that...just leave. Go for a walk. I used to leave abruptly for a "power-walk". Push those muscles as hard as you can & soon you'll be too tired to be upset. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Laiwing
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Post by Laiwing on Jul 13, 2005 7:08:06 GMT -5
Then I get the "DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!" line and makes things worse.
I've walked away from several things they've said and that only makes things worse.
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Post by Laurasia on Jul 13, 2005 17:25:45 GMT -5
Oh wow. Most of the time my parents were happy for me to walk away from them, rather than continue fighting with them. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Laiwing
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The longing heart does not choose.
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Post by Laiwing on Jul 14, 2005 8:07:26 GMT -5
We're Irish.
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Post by Laurasia on Jul 14, 2005 18:04:13 GMT -5
LOL! Well we're Dutch, so...yeah. ;D
Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Laurasia on Aug 14, 2005 11:41:28 GMT -5
WORK! AHHHHH! The past week & a half has been so hectic! First, I get sick with a head/chest cold...then my family comes up for a week. I had barely any time to even breath. Get up...go to work...do most of the workload...listen to co-workers gripe...go home...get ready to go out with family...listen to family gripe...come home & try to relax before trying to fall asleep...start all over again. PHEW! Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 12, 2005 13:36:21 GMT -5
~sigh~ I will never understand some people. We had a death in the family last Monday & everything has been all screwed up since then. I mean, the woman was an absolute monster in life & is still being one even in death. I just cannot fathom having such stubborn viciousness & cruelty towards my own children. And then to be able to maintain that cruelty literally right up to the point of death. I mean what is the matter with some people?! How can someone take so much joy in nothing but making everyone else around them horribly miserable? Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 13, 2005 11:18:54 GMT -5
I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Laurasia on Sept 13, 2005 17:54:52 GMT -5
Sorry about the vagueness of the above rant guys. I didn't mean this place...I was at work when I posted that. Needless to say job stress is still a very big problem for me. Sincerely, Laurasia
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Post by Shadow on Sept 30, 2005 21:15:31 GMT -5
I'm not sure if this is a rant or moer less getting something off instead of blowing up at my parents. Ok, you want me to live my life the way I want.. you want me to be happy. THEN WHY ARE YOU SO TICKED WHEN I TELL YOU WHO I LOVE? ? My gracious. My parents and I don't exactally see eye to eye. Mostly me and my dad. My mom just has her times. They both know of a particular ex I have and they don't trust me at all now because of it. They don't know who i'm going out with now. I guess they'll find out and I'll be screwed again (sorry if some consider that a "bad word"). Oh forget it. I don't think it's possible for me to get along with them, mostly b/c they don't accept me.
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Post by Shadow on Oct 11, 2005 19:34:37 GMT -5
I swear to all that is SANE!!! Why does everything have to go wrong at once? I just frikin found out Britt can't come this weekend.... a friend of mine was just shot, god what else is next? FOR ONCE.... can't i see the one I love? Today makes four months for us and she was supposed to be coming to visit this weekend. I was going to have a good week. Homecoming at school and my babygirl coming the night of the game. She would be able to see me do what I love... and all of that is shot to crap. Why can't things just go right for once.... Too much stress..... too much stress....
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