Karma Dancing With Shadows

This corner of the world is mine where I come to write, claim my independence, feel, think and write what's on my mind in the hopes that sharing experiences of being the daughter of a Narcissist can help others who are dealing with and overcoming the obstacles to regaining true emotional freedom.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Wonky Wednesday

Normally I don't address personal issues here but in keeping with the idea of complete honesty and disclosure, I feel the need to purge ish that's been held too long inside my mind and releasing these thoughts will hopefully release the negative energy that's clouding my ability to focus on the positive things going on in my life.

I can't stand my new boss. I don't like the way she look, talk, act, carry or handle herself in regards to supervising. More about her later...

It was one of those days at work....book on deck, and already late to the printer, and dealing with my spineless boss who uses her manager for a mouthpiece to issue directives. Now, I have no problem with orders, but when YOU ask me if I need help and I tell you "no", then you take matters into your own hands and divvie up my work, then 'I' have problem. You're so panic-stricken and stressed out wondering about my competentcy in finishing the job, but YOU, in your crisis-mode, forget that I'm only one half of the equation.
You wanted my word that the work would be finished by a certain hour and because you're new to the workflow, you figured that the other people handling their part would be responsive and timely, which is rare.

Undermining my competency in completing MY PART OF THE WORK, still didn't guarantee meeting the deadline. Doh? Not only did the book miss deadline, it went past two days.
In this business, time is money. Lots and lots of it. Missing one day is pushing it, but two days means someone gon have sum 'splainin' ta do...uh huh.

Thanks to your involved non-involvement, you let emails get past you, you barked up the wrong tree (me) and you spread the work of one to three and I believe with the type of work I do, the less hands touching the work, the better off it is.  Too many hands in the pot makes for a bad stew.

So I guess your little strong arm tactics backfired and I curious to see how you're gonna spin a tale of how you dropped the ball because I'm guessing you have something to prove to your boss. I'm sure somewhere in that tale, I'll be thrown under the bus because its easier the owning your part...sooooo

I'm in a better place emotionally reflecting back. At the time, I was ready to offer up a few choice comments but I know my mouth has a tendency to come out the bag, especially when I feel disrespected and I really believe you wanted to try me.
Sometimes, I'm learning, its better to play along and let shit play out rather than letting myself get bent out of shape because she doesn't have a clue about the work process.

It's just like a new boss to wanna come in and change shit up that's been working fine. Why they do that? Learn the shit first before you come all up in here issuing demands.

Bitch please.

You will most likely never get my respect until you can speak without having it be "boss said this...and boss said that"

Like I said, grow a fucking spine already.

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