I confess that crying is unprofessional, but sometimes I can’t help it.
I have this really annoying habit of crying when I’m frustrated or really angry. I don’t usually cry when I’m sad or depressed, but get me really red-hot angry and I’ll burst into tears. It’s something about not being able to express myself properly that gets me all choked up. Tears don’t even having to start pouring down my cheeks-you can hear my voice change and I start choking on my own throat. I hate it.
It’s for this very reason that I avoid going in and talking to bosses/managers when I have an issue. Especially when all of those bosses/managers are male. When Brittney was my manager, I’d start bawling and she’d totally understand because she’s a girl. It seems like when most men are confronted with a crying woman they immediately shut off and your cause is lost. No bueno.
I confess that I have reached my work stress limit.
Seriously. I like my job, and I am damn good at it-but that doesn’t mean that I can handle the endless amounts of stress that has been piled on my lately just because I’m the only one who cares. I’m also tired of the stress that comes from trying to get my supervisor to help be with it. I think he’s just gotten to the point where he ignores me because I keep reiterating that I’m frustrated. Not Okay.
So I took my concerns to another manager today, and it was so great! He listened to my concerns and we discussed options for fixing it and getting me help. I really like this manager. Also, I totally didn’t cry (though he told me he’d understand if I did, since his mother had the same issue) so go me! It will be nice to finally have some help.
I confess that I’m seriously thinking of teaching a class on how to wear cologne.
BOYS! (Well, and some girls.) You do not need to take a bath in your cologne every day. When you wear enough cologne that I can smell you 20 feet away and your scent lingers even after you’ve been gone a half hour-it’s TOO MUCH!
I confess that tequila is a wonder cure.
Seriously. Last night Julie was sad and lonely so she came over and did tequila shots. This turned into drunkenly dancing around the kitchen making delicious guacamole. So. Much. Fun. I also feel much less annoyed with everything today-so it did the trick!