Presents for the grandkids! It's just flavoring, rite? I kid I kid. If it's one lonely flavor you really want I say be nice to you and getting. I'm not suggesting any flavors to your delicate palate. LOL.
OMG work went fine except I have discovered my supervisor is definitely DV oriented, and most certainly a ......
The chick spent a long time reviewing what "could" happen I was like, "Uh, I can do one better this is what DID happen." Then, she asked my boss if I would have to do that again. He went into this lengthy explanation of like, how they were "letting people take personal PTO to sleep. He was all a-ramble. I was like, "Gary, we have been discussing EACH shift it is 8 hours between EACH shift." He wasn't getting it and I had a patient. He said to me in a tone you would not use on a dog: "Don't INTRRUPT me. I AM TALKING. Can you not interrupt me!" We were all in separate locations and I think even the ah, assessor was like "Jeez." So after a sort of shocked silence I said "um certainly." I did not speak.
I can't decide if I should like protect his feelings and perhaps discuss the DV issue FIRST without my union rep, but then I'm like "What if he gets more violent then or something" PLUS why do I protect his delicate feelings when HE gave a RAT'S rear end about MY dilemma.
I get it was a long time ago, but anyone who talks to me that way winds up very sorry in the end. I won't stand for that crud, not more than 2 times. It has now been two times. I did not cause his DV charges to be filed and if he thinks he can talk to me that way EVER? I have a certain amount of sympathy for like, you know, youth. But he hasn't changed, really, just perhaps like that duality that develops with dumb people who decide they don't want that life and they have to be kowtowed to at every turn and EVERYONE loves them...Or they turn into monsters.
I also don't trust him to evaluate my work. When I say DUMB as a BRICK I mean it. He thinks I "talk too much" because I am trying to politely explain why he is wrong. He sucks. He deserves nothing. I see no reason to protect his delicate feelings because he is such a dirt bag. He can eat it.
I seek opinions I guess. I have to do "something" I can't have that dolt evaluating me. I have to decide between violent and dumb and like, a liar, Whee. I still think one of the social work students should supervise me but MAN.
Husband is all frustrated trying to schedule inspections without contacting the owner but the real estate agent was not our real estate agent who was like, a goddess. I keep reminding him not everyone can be that way.
Anna
It's almost Thanksgiving and actually I have a GOOD doc now, and the transition here is nowhere NEAR as traumatic as moving to Tucson. I am grateful actually.
You need those.
