Keeping to Myself

There's a reason I keep to myself and why I get labeled quiet.  I've taken too many stab wounds to the back and I don't think my dermatologist has a prescription for that.

Ugh.  I try to look at the group chat when I'm off to see if I missed any information and most times, I wind up feeling mad.

It's the diva.  She seems to be taking the lurker's spot.  She had asked about information on something I shared with her when she started.  People forget.  I know I do.  Regina sent over the same instructions I sent her when she first started.  Ok.  We all forget.  

It was the compliment that the diva sent back that made me see red.  She proclaimed that Regina was the best and that she rocked.

No, I don't want to be told I'm the best or that I rock.  I thought I gave you that information twice when you first started and you didn't listen to a word I said. Then you complained about how you were trained.

I spent so much time with this person and I get so angry when I see stuff like this. I feel like I repeatedly get slapped in the face by the diva.  It's hurtful. I opened up about a lot and I thought why did I do that? 

Before I signed off, I took care of a filing and I'm so glad I caught it. I had accidentally left a number off of a document and I fixed it.  The diva tends to gravitate towards my stuff when I'm gone and I could see what would have happened.  She would have put it out in the group chat or sent a private message about me screwing up.

This is a woman who empowers other women.  No, she doesn't.  Back stabber all the way and if she thinks someone can get her power, she'll gravitate towards them.  She knows I'm not interested in power and that I just want to get through my day.  

I felt like a brat for feeling kind of mad hearing about her pilates machine that got set up.  I have all this junky equipment at home and really no room. I thought I shouldn't be annoyed.  It is what it is.

I'm not someone that demands things. I want fairness and I know how the diva is.  She demands things and she gets things.  I stupidly believe that we should earn things.  

I'm just kind of pissed off at high maintenance women like that.  Always gets what they want and spits on the other women.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  I hope there's no divas in your life.  

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