hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I HATE MY JOB.

I remember a time not so long ago when I LOVED my job. I love my work. I love my field. I hate the people I'm working for right now. They are actually gunning for me. And I'm not the one who said it ~ my mother did. The woman who is stone cold observant, never paranoid, just calls it as she sees it...

I have actually been scolded twice in the last two days for being rude and taking a "tone" with my new supervisor....

I'm supposed to kiss her ring or something...

Not my style, not in my job description, and probably above my pay grade!

I'm pretty sure I'm going to get reprimanded on Monday for not completing an assigned task. The thing is, she never actually told me to do anything, she sent others to tell me. And I'm not really skilled to be doing what she wanted me to do, plus I was supposed to be doing something else at the time and she never bothered to check and see if I was even available!! And beyond that, she wanted to send me into a facility where they were using latex gloves and I am severely allergic to latex! And she knows that!!Not that any of this will really matter, since I'm the bad person in this whole scenario.

Why?

Because I'm young (or at least they think I'm really young) and female and from the North and really well educated and white and so obviously everything's be handed to me my entire life, I've never had to actually work for a thing, and I could never even begin to understand anything. And, apparently, I have a reputation for being snippy....