Why is it that my favorite soup (hot and sour) looks like something a Martian hooker threw up?
Generally speaking, things are pretty good. BF (otherwise known as the mysterious “c”) is late right now. On the one hand, he’s only an hour late. I mean, good grief – get over myself. But there is that niggling doubt in my psyche. Years of living with poor self image rears its ugly head and *chomp!* Suddenly, I believe that he’s gonna no-call/no-show. I know that he’s better than that. I know that he will get here and that likely he’s just running late.
Why can’t he call?!, yells my angrier self.
Because he’s doing some errands, says a more rational bit.
This is probably the way he lets folks know he doesn’t want them that self-doubting bitch snaps.
COULD you please get a grip replies my Viking self.
Dead on the roadside, mourns the worrier in my heart.
Oh shut up, you, everyone shouts.
And so it goes. And to top it all off – my recruiting company have turned out to be well,..staffed by morons. At least their Office Manager (I only capitalize that because in *every* email she’s sent me it has her full signature – So and so, Office Manager, XYZ Company, Phone Number, extension, Fax Number, and her email address(as if I couldn’t read it off the “from” section). Every email. Even the one that finally said “GOT IT!!!!!!!!”(sic)
If only she were as diligent with the pursuit of her duties as she was in the Signing of The Emails. She’d be CEO within weeks.
I’ve worked with them for two weeks. I input via fax last week’s time card a grand total of five times – because this moron can’t be bothered to find the ones I sent. Did I mention – FIVE times?
Yeah, it means that I’m not getting paid this week. Or possibly next. Or the one after that. I will be waiting for (counting the past two weeks) a MONTH before I actually see money from this job. If I didn’t like the work (and truly, desperately need the job) I’d tell them to go and place it gently sideways up their collective asses. (the contract people – I actually *like* the people I work with. They’re very Austin-WYSISYG types)
On the other hand, “c” is still late.
Damn….did it again
The Process 
If it helps, I love egg drop soup and I can’t begin to describe what it looks like.
Man, I need you to massage my camel hump out.
*massagemassage*
When?
Why can’t he call?!, yells my angrier self.
Because he’s doing some errands, says a more rational bit.
This is probably the way he lets folks know he doesn’t want them that self-doubting bitch snaps.
COULD you please get a grip replies my Viking self.
Dead on the roadside, mourns the worrier in my heart.
Oh shut up, you, everyone shouts.
I’m so glad I’m not the only one who does this. Years of self doubt and low self esteem are hard to overcome. Trust me – I’m still trying to do it. 🙂
Hang in there. It will get better. :: hugs ::
And of course, it was nothing. Just my own brain being a bitch.
*hug* Thanks for the words of wisdom, love.
Tsch – you know better than that.
Not saying it doesn’t go with the low self-esteem territory – I know darn well it does – but use the knowledge to give your esteem a new pattern to work with. “Somebody trounced on me before, but not this time. Things change.”
If you have proof you faxed it in and they don’t pay you on the following pay period (i.e. the following week in your case), you can and should report them to the Labor Department. It’ll make ’em hop to, and they most certainly could not discipline you for it without risking major lawsuits and legal action. Could be they’re having a cash flow problem and are trying to cover it up, but that’s not your problem. Don’t just let them pay you when they feel like it.
You I will give hugs to in person.
Thanks dollface.
Yikes. You need teh stress relief.
(Sorry so late in replying…got behind on Friends-page again.) *hugs*