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deathpixie) wrote2002-03-06 05:07 pm
deathpixie) wrote2002-03-06 05:07 pm
Hell day...
It might be possible to have a worse day, but not by much. Maybe I'll get run over on my bike on the way home or something - that'd just top it off.
I found out today that Paula, the other deputy registrar, has some kind of problem with me. To the extent that she started biting my head off, in front of the people at the counter, about the least little thing. Normally I'd shrug it off, or just go and be angry elsewhere for a while, but after the night I had last night (and thanks, Raph, for the chat, it did help), I ended up dashing for the bathroom and sobbing there for about fifteen minutes. Great look for court - Tomato Woman. Pete and the magistrate (who overheard Paula's last outburst) are sticking up for me, but in a three person court, the last thing I want is an Us -v- Her situation. Especially when she's been at the court here a lot longer than I have.
I felt ratshit all day, after this wonderful start - Paula ended up going home at lunchtime, adn we're not sure if she's coming back. And for the life of me I can't figure out what I did wrong. But the timing is just awful - I'm already feeling isolated and lonely and unwanted, and now this. Nothing's gone right since I moved here, and deciding to stay on that extra bit of time was a huge mistake. Hell, I should have moved back to Melbourne as soon as BRM and I split up. And now I'm locked into another four months.
Tai chi in a couple of hours. Hopefully it'll settle the sick feeling in my stomach. And I'm going to drop by mum and dad's on the way home, mainly to pay the rent, but also to check out that veteran's deal - apparently as a child of a vet I can get free counselling or something. God knows I need something to help me out, because I'm just falling apart at the seams here. Nothing's going right.
I found out today that Paula, the other deputy registrar, has some kind of problem with me. To the extent that she started biting my head off, in front of the people at the counter, about the least little thing. Normally I'd shrug it off, or just go and be angry elsewhere for a while, but after the night I had last night (and thanks, Raph, for the chat, it did help), I ended up dashing for the bathroom and sobbing there for about fifteen minutes. Great look for court - Tomato Woman. Pete and the magistrate (who overheard Paula's last outburst) are sticking up for me, but in a three person court, the last thing I want is an Us -v- Her situation. Especially when she's been at the court here a lot longer than I have.
I felt ratshit all day, after this wonderful start - Paula ended up going home at lunchtime, adn we're not sure if she's coming back. And for the life of me I can't figure out what I did wrong. But the timing is just awful - I'm already feeling isolated and lonely and unwanted, and now this. Nothing's gone right since I moved here, and deciding to stay on that extra bit of time was a huge mistake. Hell, I should have moved back to Melbourne as soon as BRM and I split up. And now I'm locked into another four months.
Tai chi in a couple of hours. Hopefully it'll settle the sick feeling in my stomach. And I'm going to drop by mum and dad's on the way home, mainly to pay the rent, but also to check out that veteran's deal - apparently as a child of a vet I can get free counselling or something. God knows I need something to help me out, because I'm just falling apart at the seams here. Nothing's going right.
She... what?
She...? What in the world...? How could she... ? Why...? (*counts to ten*) Okay, this may just be due to my own vaguely violent nature (or the fact that I'm hungry, which often puts me in a cranky mood ;), but I want to hurt this woman. How dare she do something like that? If ou have a personal problem, you handle it on your own time. I'll tell you this: If someone had done something like that where I work (and I'm assuming that she actually started shouting, not just speaking angrily), they would have been sent home, and if it continued, they might have been sent home. Nobody wants that kind of attitude in the workplace, esp. in front of the customers.
I don't care if my credit card is nearly maxed, if she does that again I'm fully ready to fly out and, ahem, *complain*. Nobody makes my Rossigal cry. (*snugs tightly*)