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FINISHED YURI ON ICE!

FAVORITE CHARACTER IS VIKTOR

ICON FORTHCOMING....

THANK ALL OF YOU FOR THE STELLAR RECOMMENDATION! MY LIFE IS TEN TIMES BETTER THEN IT WAS 3 WEEKS AGO...

ARGH!

I can't even-- not with the day that I've had.

I don't like to bitch and complain especially on a platform such as this, but sometimes it's unavoidable.

We recently got a new supervisor in our department. He's an alright guy but I don't have the rapport that I had with the previous supervisor (yes, he was an royal arsehole but I knew how to handle him, and I usually didn't mind when he teased me, because in 3 years, I was able to read him and what he said, between the lines and the whole nine yards). Well this supervisor really doesn't know me yet, and when you first meet me, I am like a cat that just sits back and observes you. I don't impress someone with my crazy enfpness right off the bat (I blame it on the fact that I'm a virgo-- so you have to tread very closely with me unless I instantly recognize you as a kindred spirit)

Well first of all Owen came in early, and so Mike (the supervisor) went up to him and was like "Your woman is picking so don't distract each other"

Okay, okay-- I can see that. But then as the day progressed, I noticed a trend...

I was being referred to as "Owen's Woman" by him. He didn't say it to my face, but he said it to other people including Owen. EXCUSE ME! I HAVE A NAME-- IN CASE YOU DID NOT KNOW, I AM CALLED NIA! But it was "Owen's Woman.. ad nauseum"

Granted, I am proud to be Owen's, just like he is proud to be mine. But for jesus fucking sake, this is work-- we are supposed to be PROFESSIONAL up in here-- but I guess somewhere along the line, the memo got lost. So I was enraged about that-- as well as the fact that I was being pushed to pick faster when there are people in our department who do little to know work-- You know, I'll pick faster when it doesn't require Michael fucking Stalcup to have THREE people over there to help his line, because all he can do is stand around and surf the fucking internet or wandering around like he lost his lambs. (no seriously-- his line is his own but he drags his ass so that he can get people over there to help-- yeah talk to me about picking faster and I'll tell you where to shove it)

Okay, taking sip of tea-- deep calming breath

Cindy, the order control lady told me that Mike was just 'joking'. You don't joke with me right off the bat, you earn that shit. You earn it by being who you say you are, by acting with integrity and treating me with respect.

Though it was funny to hear Owen say "I'm moving to LTL"; and with me eventually moving departments too-- I won't be stuck there forever, just have to wait until the new client comes in so that I can take the order control position back there, I will be moving to reunite with my old supervisor, and seriously while he is a stress bucket, I can handle him.

Sorry-- that was totally not a very fun post.