If Dr. Jekyle and Ms. Hyde were a reality, I’d say the bitch is working as an independent project manager on this project I’m currently working on.
Forget the stress level is like none other I’ve ever experiences professionally, throw in her bi-polar way of snapping during a business meeting or a business dinner……it’s blown my fucking mind.
I’m not sure how much more stress I’m able to take. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure my inability to be that person who carries around a bag of pixie dust to magically waft over problems and make them disappear, walks on water every afternoon after the project meetings, and carry’s the Elder Wand to address the other bullshit issues: my bad.
But just damn! Take a fucking PMS pill, your bi-polar meds or get laid. I’m sick and tired of dreading to have a meeting with you, share a meal with you or even share the same oxygen with you.
For several months now, I’ve traveled along the original path of the Trail of Tears: A solemn reminder of the past.
For the 10 people who pay any attention to what I post, would you unfollow me if I posted a picture of my stitched up neck following a Mohs procedure where skin cancer was removed?
If you answer yes, here’s a follow-up question. Would you still unfollow me if the main reason I’m posting it to start with is to (a) grab peoples attention in the hopes they would (b) read the importance of sun screen and protecting the skin of the younger members in their lives?