Yeppur, got thrown under the tires of a large bus this week by my former, yes former, boss, as she has now turned me over to the new boss, who will henceforth be known as Linga. I would call her Satan, but I'd hate to insult the poor creature (Satan, that is). Linga was my sister's boss from way-back-when that nearly drove her to insanity. I will not be driven to insanity, but I will find a way to deal with her.
With that, there are some new work rules for dealing with the likes of Linga:
1. From this day forward I will no longer offer to stay late, work late, work weekends or even stay past my normally scheduled 8 hour shift. I get paid for 8, I'm leaving after 8.
2. I will make sure that Linga has what she needs from me, but no extras.
3. I will keep my eyes on the prize. I will do my job to the best of my ability but I know that this is not the end-all, be-all of my career. This is a job -- and henceforth will be treated as such. My life is no longer for sale for the sake of a paycheck.
Aside from the bus tire tracks on my back, I found out this week that a dear friend has breast cancer (she is all of 34 years old) and another friend is going through a divorce.
Going through my first tropical storm now. Not to jinx the living shit out of myself (and my stuff) but this (to date) has been calmer than many of the rainstorms I've gone through here. Of course I say that and next week a hurricane will make landfall here that makes Katrina and Andrew look like a sprinkle.
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