Well, I did the one thing I hate doing at work today, I burst into tears. Throughout the morning the moron I work with had gradually worn me down until the last straw. Every day for about 2 months he's whined about how he's got 3 weeks of annual leave left to take before the end of March.Several times I've said that I have very little leave left due to taking time off earlier in the year to recover from illness. But being the insensitive troll that he is he doesn't get the hint. Well today I'd had enough and asked him 'Why are you telling me this?' He, of course, took offence and bit my head off. I held it all in and was making my way to my favourite spot- the store room, to have a little blubber and pull myself together. Unfortunately I bumped into the big big big boss who started asking about a case but suddenly paused mid-sentence and said those 3 fatefull words 'Are you okay?'
Just the fact that someone actually noticed I was not ok was enough to crack my fragile facade and the floodgates opened. Oops. She then got it both-barrells how the troll stresses everyone he works with, and how almost every female he's worked with complains about him, but nothing is ever done about it! On the upside she said she'll speak to my manager about it, but I don't hold out great hopes of anything changing
Really hate bursting into tears a work as I'm sure most people dissmiss it as me being hormonal and so miss the fact I'm making a valid point.
Gah rant over
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