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I love my job. Usually. For some reason today, I felt like I was sleeping on the edge of a precipice and rolling the wrong way. Today was my short day - I love my short day, but I went in four hours early to work overtime. I was kind of tired this morning - because my body knows that on day four I get to sleep in. My 6:00 lineup started it off (it's what I call my menopause group - cuz they are all the ladies with huge seniority so they get the good days off). It just seemed like they were doing everything they could to push every button I had. I lost control of that lineup withing a minute and a half. I have a standing rule, no discussion of politics or religion in lineup - my opinion is that they are both inflammatory subjects that can get people's defenses up. One of my menopausers couldn't get "change the subject" through her head when she started talking about a political issue. It went like this all day.

There are times I feel so ineffective. The days I have no control are the days that just set me on edge desperately. Am I so much of a pushover that people feel they can just walk all over me? Do I deserve such disrespect that when I tell you to stop you feel that you just can ignore me - GEEZ - I'M YOUR FREAKING SUPERVISOR FOR HELL SAKE, THAT DESERVES A LITTLE BIT OF SOMETHING!!!

Today was just a bad day all together. I am now off for a few days, so, hopefully I'll be better when I go back. It's either that - or a couple of people are going to get me to that point that not many people see and once they do, they never wanna see it again - only a few people have seen me THAT MAD!!!

I'm done with my vent - tomorrow will be a better day. It's my grandson's fifth birthday. It will definitely be a better day.

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  1. Hmm....no religion, no politics in line ups? I like it that rule of thumb. Hope you don't mind if I steal it from you. I agree, they're both inflammatory subjects and even when two people are of the same political party or same religion, there are still sensitive issues.

    P.S. This is Amberly (my name's shortened on my screen name)...hope you don't mind that I came across your blog, I love finding new/interesting blogs to read!

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  2. How cool!! I'm gonna follow you, too!

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  3. Never mind - you are private!!

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  4. I have so much respect for you and others. Some...not so much. I'm sorry that you have to deal with some "rowdy" morning people...and others. Can't we ALL just get along!! LOL. You rock!!!

    By the way...did you hear the joke about the Republican Bishop & the Democrat Preacher????

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  5. Hmmm..nope, not private anymore. My profile must have my old blog on it. I'm at www.running-deep.blogspot.com now. Try that. If it doesn't work, let me know.

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