Bad Dog

I was taking a Diaryland break, but instead I update twice in one day. Shrug.

My job made me cry today, and that's never good. I don't want to be one of those pathetic types that cry about their jobs. At least I didn't cry in front of anyone, so that counts for something, right? It's just so frustrating here some times - all I ever hear is how I've screwed up something yet again. Never mind all the things I do right, forget it, those never get mentioned. Sunday nights I feel sick thinking about coming here. I could type about the stupid thing that happened this morning, but then I'd probably start crying again, and that would just be unpleasant. Fine, it's just this stupid (I can't think of any other adjectives today, sorry) expense report program. I've had zero training on it, have never used an expense report program and am expected to just know how to do everyone's expense reports. So excuse me if it's not perfect, but I'm doing the best I can. Bob forbid anyone tell me anything that I do right. I feel so worthless and incompetent (and let's throw in stupid) at this place - I know I'm not, it's just a job, but still. I do spend eight hours a day here and I feel like a bad dog most of the time. I have more fun at Dillard's. Sad but true.

2005-06-27 at 11:41 a.m.