Bad days

My day was bad.  I went into the knowing it might be.  I was up late last night cooking.  I knew that meant I would be cranky.  So I drank caffeine.

It didn't help.

I got reprimanded and given instructions by a subordinate.  And when I took the attitude that she was not my boss... she went to my boss.  And because she is an idiot sweet and nice...I got in trouble for not making her job easier.  I rolled my eyes and sucked it up.  I could be pissy.  I could be a bitch.  I could be passive aggressive.  And I wanted to be.  But I rolled over and did what I was told.  I am opinionated.  I am outspoken.  But I am also an employee and I know my place.

But the bitch sweet and nice person wouldn't drop it.  She followed me around (electronically) all day correcting me.  Changing every entry I made.  Because of my lack of sleep I didn't even realize it.  I just thought I made a mistake and I corrected it.  Until it got changed again.  And that is when I went back and checked my work and realized she had changed it all.

So I walked out of work.  I thought it was the best option of all the options swirling in my head.

But I am an employee.  I am not the best.  I am not perfect.  But I am good.  Really.  So I sat on a strip mall bench and talking on the phone with a friend for an hour.  And then I returned to the office.

And that is why Ladybug never had a chance tonight. 

I feel bad.  She greeted me with an attitude.  Demanded something.  Refused to take no for an answer.  Yelled at me.  Walked away.  And refused to come back when given a second chance.  So she ended up in bed...before 6pm.

Mean Mama