Turned an oops into ooolala.
My margarita’s identity crisis resulted in a delicious bit of head. To wash down all the forbidden fried things, of course.
"Drama" is the label you achieve when you have the audacity to tell your coworker you’re upset that she walked out on a obligation listing you as the responsible party with member services.
"Drama" is the response you get at 1:20am to a professional email outlining your disappointment and reasoning sent the previous afternoon. It is the non-apology apology blaming you for having the foolishness to trust that we’re all committed profesionals.
"Drama" is mistyping the email address when I blind cc’ed my boss on this thread and the mistaken recipient replied all. Now I have to resend this to everyone with apologies for disturbing their vacations.
"Drama" is the polite equivalent of calling someone a cunt. And now I look like one for getting involved in any of this.
August week 5 has left my heart a little black and blue. #crochetasquareaday #moodblanket
I agreed to share a class with a coworker because she’s a ball hog, but she also gets overwhelmed. I let her set the pattern of rotation, but she immediately changed it. Today she dropped the ball and because she was called first, she quickly pointed the finger at me.
I have a voicemail and two emails from three different people regarding this issue, but none were from her. I blind cc’d all interested parties on my response to her reminding her that this was all because I agreed to accommodate the team, her initial desires and her mercurial behavior, and she’s no where to be found now that the ball is in my court.
This isn’t worth $11/hour, but given the week I’ve been having and new director coming onboard Tuesday, that may be a moot point. I could get fired for this class as was implied by one supervisor’s response. At the very least this hurts my reputation.
Top shorts are new(er). Bottom shorts were purchased six months after I started teaching. I dont feel different; however, I’m not carrying as much baggage.
I could drag this out with a long, introspective examination of how I’m actively retreating from seeking validation from social media and the work I do, but that would be counterproductive. However, I still use facebook to announce my business. Sometimes things happen that I have to get the lead on, like a member walking out of a class that I’m subbing for an insecure instructor.
I self-deprecate. I make it funny and memorable. It was on target. However, it opens me to commentary from the same Peanut Gallery I’m trying to avoid. Like the militant, self-proclaimed naturalist/vegetarian who eats fish, even turtle, has the fake boobs and more plastic surgery, who always, always questions the authenticity of my work, my lifestyle, my choices. Ugh. I made my bed, but fuck if it’s not the lumpiest wreck to lie in.
Nothing like demonstrating Three Legged Down Dog to call forth the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. #splits, #yogapants