A Win for Regina

I didn't have any expectations of my day.  I was surprised by at least one moment.

My time with the lurker was fine.  I never disliked the lurker. I am not their competition and I don't care if they want to be at the top of the heap.  It was actually quite pleasant. I think I wish I saw more of that individual.  I am ok with that person.  

It was the next conversation and I just kind of felt defeated.  We were told not to write any more of these correction things for each other.  I argued that Regina was putting things out that were petty.  

Regina has never offered help.  She has actually treated me as though she is the snippy teenager and I'm the dumb parent asking her to come home at a certain time.  I'm just stupid.  Everything I say is stupid.  Apparently she argued for this correction and she won.

I accept mistakes.  I make them.  I resent this one.  I resent Regina.  I resent the person that took their side.  I've been treated like garbage many times by Regina and now I get dinged for something petty that affects my average.  

I'll give credit to the lurker.  They'll take on almost any area except one.  Not Regina.  She wants to stay in one area and get her numbers so high and brag about how she's better than all of us.  If I can avoid Regina's area as much as possible, I will. I feel like I'm not allowed anyway.  

I'll never say another word again because I'm done and I know that I'm not the only one who Regina has issues with.  Let them take her on when she screws them up.  I'm done.

The poor thinker got to take on the diva today with training.  I did share some of the issues I had and reassured her that she wasn't alone.  It's happened to me.  She was surprised at some of the things she said.

Tomorrow I have to share a part of myself with a group that thinks I'm a fucking joke.  Sorry for the F word, but you know, that's how I feel.  I'm a fucking joke to them.  Let's be real.

Sigh.  Not a great day.  

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