But In Their Dreams Were Hidden Dragons

So on top of my goal for properly painting my nails instead of ending up with examples of toddlers with crayons for the first time, I think the other goal is needing to be for me to write more in this journal instead of keeping it all bottled up inside.

But it needs to be better kept up, I know that :)

So happy new year to all of you lovely folk and on we go.

Im now stuck using the ljapp on the phone since it decided to sign me out and getting the you're about to see spiel is getting old.

Nothing new, mother has mental issues that yet again seem to be manifesting close to my birthday whee not. Work is work and finally had the guts to tell my beast of a boss I didnt appreciate that nobody ever told me there was a complaint about my brother meeting me on Fridays to go home together (he waited in reception where I as the receptionist could keep an eye on him) instead she chose to call me on a Friday afternoon at the end of the day that I should bring a union rep with me first thing on the following Mon where she broadsided me.

I need to get back into writing here more instead of bottling stuff inside. A lot less cheaper than looking into a shrink.

Later y'all :)

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Well where to start on this.

There could be the story about my boss, who has given me a project that I've been working on since basically the end of January involving a database that hasn't been updated since for all intents and purposes: 2009. It has to be completely ready and finished for a new overhaul in July (give or take).
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She has complained about me non-stop, told me after she had come up with the idea of coming in to our branch once a week to check in and see how we were doing, that she was extremely frustrated with having to come 1-2x a week to hold my hand (WTF?!?!)

She's upset that I try to take initiative for things like coming up with a spreadsheet that shows her a break down of all we have sent out so far by files emailed, files mailed and files faxed out. She says that I'm doing things that are redundant (?) how is that redundant when the instructor from the head organization who trained me said I should do one of these?

She's mad at me that I came up with a cover letter by myself because we needed one for the fax sending out? If she had come up with the letter and what I was to say, should she not have come up with something to cover that too? I mean she's practically a genius and all *rolls eyes*

I tell her that the lady she has seconded to do the data entry since the person who was supposed to was *gasp* not grasping her new job, wasn't helping me and in fact was reduplicating the work I had already done, she tells me that my message wasn't clear only for her to learn that *gasp* what I told her was correct a couple of weeks later.

I tried to tell her due to her instructions that I was to do my regular duties on top of this project, that there was problems with the two people doing switchboard and reception, I was told that I was actually being a bully to the new girl by pointing out what an envelope looked like that she had needed. I told her about a problem with the new girl teaching the second switchboard operator that it was okay to shut the phones completely down so he could do the sick line ... which was something I had never taught *ANY* of the people I trained, she doesn't believe me until it happens a second time and then she emails me to find out what's going on.

So to sum up, I hate my job ... it's making me physically sick and tired. I find my personality changing when I'm at work because I'm hidden away doing this shit. I'm being told that I'm coming across as cranky and that I'm not training people properly. I have never had a problem training anybody until this one. I'm getting fed up and I dont know what to do. I'm thinking that I need to tell the union in case what a co-worker says is true and that my boss is trying to create a file on me.

Then there's my mother.

Who has now joined the ranks of the unemployed and the bitchy as all get out. She says that all the above is my fault because I'm lazy, because I want to cause trouble and so forth. She refuses to listen to me when I say something and then when I try to help her do the unemployment form because she complains she hates my laptop and I can be quicker, she says that we're treating her like an invalid and she might as well just sit on her giant fat ass (her words) and screams at us (dad and me) for daring to ask her why she wouldn't have had gotten her paperwork ready since she had been home all day (and waited until nearly 10 at night when I was ready to go to bed)

I'm just too tired for this shit I think.

Spending family day with my family and wondering how many more hours before I go back to work.

My ear is rebelling and what am I doing? I'm playing step and fetch it girl for the Motherzilla who's in a delicate condition, by THAT .. I mean she's suffering a case of the karma bug. She makes us all sick, now its her turn.

Well it sounds like bunney is suffering from the same condition that I have had here for years. By that I mean "Oooh it's electronic, lets get Nicky to fix it, she knows everything." And by that I have no clue because they all deny pushing the buttons to make the object go BOOM.

I am now apparently in charge of a database at work. Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things except for the fact that it hasn't been updated properly since 2010 and oh guess what, has to be done by April. 1200 entries that they've known about for at least 2 years.

More tomorrow, my head's hurting LOL

I forgot that they were doing Torchwood all day apparently and I manage to come back on Day 4.

I'm still of the belief that GDL was the only actor on that show who was able to keep JB under some form of control. But it's fun to watch this now in the sense that I can see the actors who went on to Game of Thrones Sansa's Septa Mordane and Uncle Kevan Lannister in here aka Frobisher's right hand lady and Dekker the weasel.

But I noticed a really interesting thing, they edited out in Day Five the comment Jack says after he asks for her to go home, they pan to Gwen and Jack says "I can't stand looking at her."

It went from the please take her home to the helicopter.

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

And it hasn't really felt like christmas.

I don't know why it is that it stopped, I don't know if it's because of how Mom can be or just that I lost the wonder of it or that we do all these things and yet we dont celebrate it with family and friends outside of the people who live in this house.

For christmas, I got a pandora bracelet with charms from the parents, a gift card from kobo from Todd for my e-reader and a pair of diamond earrings that my mother didnt want any more. I'm scared to death of them because she keeps telling me how much she had paid for them and so I keep pushing the backings to make sure they're still in my ears.

For she who owns me, she got a bed from Nanny and Grandpa, a coat harness and collar from me along with a bunch of her favorite snacks along with two plushie things. A pink ballerina ball squeaker from Martha Stewart (which I have named Martha and who she recognizes as such) and a yellow thing that looks like the bigfoot character from Bugs Bunny (I'll take a picture of it the moment she lets go of it lol)

And that's all I have at the moment. I'll write more later....

Shopping is all done except for mom's card and money which I'll do on thursday after I get paid.

I'm NEVER shopping again with that lunatic, i've never been this embarassed two weekends in a row thanks to her. Its over.

No no, I insist that you make fun of my dog for a haircut I'm not happy with. ESPECIALLY after telling you to remember what happened with our last little girl dog who you laughed at, we couldnt get her out from under the couch for a day and if she could have buried herself further, I'm sure Zoey would have.

Then for a topper, I insist that you get pissed at me for being mad that you spit *accidentally* licorice in her hair that I can't get out because she won't let me.

Do us all a favor and go back the fuck to work.

No, leave all the shit out that you made yourself something to eat because you didnt like dinner and then as I'm trying to clean everything up, tell me to get you a ginger ale. I live to serve.

I am fed up with the martyr act, she and it are getting old.