Hahaha indeed.
I actually love my direct managers and some of the senior leadership team. But not this guy and his little band of yes men.
I absolute despise catching Ubers, but sometimes it's my only choice for a work thing.
Why the fuck do they drive with that whole "go fast, sudden stop, go fast, sudden stop".
Literally makes me car sick.
/rant
All hands meeting. Executive verbally wanks himself about the company.
None of this matters to my job.
I have work to do. Kindly fuck off.
I'm sorry you went through that.
I truly understand how you feel ❤️
I appreciate the kind words man. Today wasn't too bad. Tomorrow is a new day.
My father kept us imprisoned in the house. He would take me to and from school, and my mother to and from work.
Sometimes I would be allowed to go with him to do the weekly food shopping. That was it. The rest of the time, we were props from him to unleash his insanity onto.
As I grew older, my mother convinced him to let her take me to the doctor with her, by ourselves. She would then tell me to go visit with friends, then we would meet back up and go home together, with him none the wiser.
Sometimes my mother is in my dreams and for a split second when I wake up I have forgotten she has passed away.
What a life it has been.
My father had us imprisoned in our house. We could only leave to either take me to school, or to take my mother to work.
Then he would collect us. Sometimes he would take me to the shops for the weekly shopping. And doctors appointments. Always watched. Always monitored. A prison.
A few years before she passed away, my mother convinced him to let her take me to see her doctor. And he allowed us to leave the house together, just us two.
She would tell me to go and visit my friends, then we would meet back up and return home. As though we had been together the whole day.
Sometimes she's in my dreams. I love and hate those dreams.
I wish we had a competent party that would keep labor on their toes.
But no, we have a dipshit that looks like a fucking potato.
So there's three people in my team. The good one is leaving. Which leaves the one who is honestly like dealing with a child.
Ah well.
My performance review went great though!