Pathetic Tuesday

Oh yeah, I'm still smarting from yesterday.  I wasn't shocked.  I am ticked off.  

I know how someone like the diva thinks.  If you're nice, you're a weak person and a prime target for bullying or back stabbing.  I knew it was a sign when she admitted that she didn't want to ask me questions even though I tell her it's ok to ask me anything.  She did and mocked my voice.  Sigh.

I have to remind myself there's a big difference between her and myself.  I'm not interested in followers.  I'm interested in having sincere friends.  I'm not interested in being the center of attention.  I like helping and I'm happy if someone does recognize it because sometimes the recognition helps.  When you feel kicked by say, people like the diva, it's nice when someone sees you as a decent human being.  I'm not interested in showing off.  I prefer to keep the good moments to myself because sometimes life isn't always that great for others.

I don't like it when someone makes fun of another person for being nice and labeling it as weakness.  I think we're living in a time where bullies reign power.  That's pathetic.  It really is if we think like that.  You can be assertive without name calling or bullying.  

It's always been the case too that if you do stand up for yourself the bully will play the victim and make you the bad guy.  I've had that happen on more than one occasion.  That's called being a coward because the person you bullied is now standing up for themselves?  Get out of here.

I find as I get older, my attention raises when I'm around someone soft spoken and kind. I don't think I went for the bad boys through the years.  I know Harold was one but I thought he was damaged like me.  Nah, he just did more damage to me.  I do want to take a scissors every time I see an older guy with long hair in a pony tail out of spite, I guess.  I have liked guys who were soft spoken but I probably figured they wouldn't like me well, I don't know why to be honest.  They always seemed to have a loud mouthed woman with them, I guess.  

Hopefully my week will be quieter even if I have more calls to deal with in the next few days.  I don't think the diva will ask me for my help.  I'm so puzzled why she has such an aversion when it comes to me.  I guess she likes to tell others what to do, including me.  I have twice the amount of time she does in this field.  I have asked her questions but if I'm not asking you questions, please don't tell me what to do.  I figured she would try to tell the thinker what to do, but apparently she found an opportunity to throw a butcher knife in my back.  Yay women power! 

I'm with Michelle Obama. We're not grown up enough to elect a woman president.  We can't even support each other.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I have your back.

 

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