Today is stressful.
And it is because a certain supervisor is working today. This supervisor jumps down everyone's throat and is like a modern day overseer (which were worse) than the slavedrivers.
When she is stressed everyone feels it and it's really effing with me because it's Friday and I really didn't feel like coming into work anyway.
I was taking over for this supervisor when she was sick and away. People loved me. There was rose petals thrown at my feet.
Well, not really. See, my supervisor style was more like...please, do what you have. Be on myspace. Be on whatever, just don't get caught by the powers that be, pick up the phone, and keep your voices down. When she came back, it was like...Are you on the phone, what are you doing...work work work....
I can't take it. I'm not under her, but I hear her and I'm like a tin soldier.
My heart hurts....
Last night. Aussie and I had date#2. We saw the Haunting of Molly Hartley. It had potential. The ending was whack. It was my treat and I want my money back. BOoooooooo!
I might be picky, but it irks me that Aussie uses poor grammar. He uses your when he means you're. He does other stuff too...but, geez...sue me, I like my men tall and speaking the Queen's English.
I like him. We were in the movie theatre and he takes my hand and kisses it.
So, I'm still trucking. The sexual energy is THERE. Still trying to curb the ho tendencies.
Tonight, drinks with the girls (and gays...)
Tomorrow night, movies with Aussie.