Some days...

The Hell Beast that is my boss has returned from her vacation. She was back one day and someone was fired. It seems that just when I think this place can't sink any lower I am awed by another ridiculous scenario. After messing around with this guy's hours (he worked as a printer upstairs doing signs and banners) he is then dragged downstairs and told to do Reception. This happened because while the Beast was away, the incompetent girl she hired to replace the competent woman who worked here for 20 years and finally quit because of her, also quit. He was doing fine when she returned from her vacation. She was back one bloody day before she fired him, saying she gave him a chance and it didn't work out. She is a liar. She tried to justify it to one of my coworkers by saying that "a man shouldn't be doing that job and I gave him a chance". I was not here when this all went down, but apparently, this very quiet, very soft-spoken guy just completely lost it. He even called her the 'C' word. I can't say that he wasn't justified. He called her on her bullshit, told her she is a horrible human being, and that he feels sorry for everyone who works here. She was apparently too shocked to respond. Kinda wish I had been here to see the look on her face, but knowing her like I do, I doubt any of it seeped into that thick skull of hers.

My two days off were pretty uneventful. I think I just wanted to delay working with my boss again. I will be going on my actual "vacation" to see my family in a couple of weeks.

I think I get migraine headaches. I always just assumed when I had a nasty headache like this one, that it was part of the flu or something else, but I do have some other symptoms. My dad and my sister also get migraines so I guess it runs in the family. I just wish I had inherited one good thing from my parents, but it seems like I only inherited the bad. I really thought I was going to have hair like my mom. She didn't discover her first grey hair until she was like 50 or something. I was pretty put out when I discovered mine a year ago. I always said that I wouldn't give in to the pressure to dye my hair once I started going grey. I said I would just let it all go naturally. I also said I would not give in to the pressure to cut my hair short once I hit a certain age. I'm still holding on to that one, but I don't know if I can picture myself with long grey hair. I feel old enough as it is, you know? It's funny how something so natural can feel so...wrong. It doesn't seem right that I am aging. It doesn't seem right that everything feels like it's going downhill before my real life has even started.

It may be pretty obvious from my blog, but I'm having a hard time finding anything to be happy about. And some days, it just doesn't seem like it's worth it. Some days...