josephene

I would have happily schlepped the 'alarm clock gods' for a bit more sleep this morning...Or maybe just an excuse to not come back into work.

Yesterday, the girl came out of me when I was attacked by the live-in Nazi that has invaded our radio station. A dictator that pushed the wrong buttons brought out the hurt feelings and devastation...two emotions that don't belong in the work place. And neither do tears. I'm not sure if I'm more pissed by the fact that he had this effect on me, or that he pushed me into a corner of weakness. I don't bring my shit to work with me, that's who I am...this is my escape from it all...but that muthafucker... Needless to say, he backed down and tried to apologize, to which I answered that we would let the "station manager" deal with this issue...or as I like to call him, "my friend Ted."

I hate weakness. Only within myself, mind you. Whether it be my genetic make-up, or my competitive nature, it's hard to admit defeat to anything...But I'm waving the white flag. I'm allowing this round of treatment to do what it will to me without me trying to fight against it. I'm no longer asking for understanding, I'm expecting it...I'm no longer surprised...I expect the worst. I have bought my ticket to Pity Town, and I'm riding the rail through the journey. It's just a drive-thru mind you...it's not stopping.

...stay tuned.