357/9
So, I did a big, fat, lotta nothing today. Well, unless you consider being really agitated over finding out what a bunch of...well, coworkers I have, working out. You don't? Okay, then back to comment one.
I was so upset that I almost cried, which made me angrier (which led to more almost tears, you see the vicious cycle, right?) so I couldn't even focus. Not to mention my uber-busy Wednesdays. And yes, I know that my "u" needs an umlat (maybe spelled wrong) over it, but my website doesn't recognize that for some reason.
So, here I am sitting on said fatness in front of my wonderful Amish heater and pondering why some girls (can't call them women due to how they act) never get beyond petty third grade, gossip/bullying/crap. I hate confrontation, always have. I see no reason for it in a professional setting. And, if you are going to be the supervisor, then don't gossip behind all of your employees backs (it will always eventually be discussed) and don't give the silent treatment, and for all intents and purposes, act like a bleeping adult.
Okay, so, my pulse is up there. That totally counts as working out. I'm just saying...
