Blue Tuesday

I went to bed feeling weepy and tired.  I had a day where my nerves were frayed from mean girls.  Or just games that people play.  I'm used to it.

I offer my knowledge to the group and I hear crickets. I had given them information about a service we use some time ago.  I noticed that there was a form you can submit to this service where I use the website.  Because I had to contact a different office, I wasn't sure if I should send an email or what and I discovered the form that someone had submitted last week. I found the conversation where the lurker provided the information.

It really would have been nice if they provided me with that information.  We have an area where we put that information and it's not there.  It's withholding information so they can be the one with all the knowledge.

It's not my first time at this rodeo.  At my previous job, I had someone not share but yet I was expected to cover for him when he was out of the office.  He lied to my manager and said I had no interest in learning.  I told her that wasn't true.  I had to figure things out on my own when he was gone.  Sometimes I didn't know what to do and made mistakes that made people mad.  I had to work on a project until 8:30 at night and because I was stressed and tired, I made a mistake that an account executive had to recreate a page for a proposal book.  He told my manager the next day.  That sucked.

The games tire me out.  I am used to it and I'm feeling detached from it.  Regina was also playing games with me while I was trying to work with something.

I'm not upset. I'm just blue.  I'll take my information down from our site because really, nobody listens anyway.  What's the difference? 

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