I think I’m having a bitchy day. Which is, contrary to what my hubby says, rare. Sure, I have my moments, but for the most part it doesn’t really reach the bubbling over point.
It is reaching the bubbling over point.
Where I work, I am not the head honcho, so to speak. However, I am sort of over my little part of our department. We are a company (we do the administrative bits) of a bigger company (they contract us to do this for them). My part in all this is the copy center. I produce mass quantities of paper on a daily basis. My head honcho lets me run it how I see fit with very little if any part in it. Everyone I work with knows this.
But most of our customers think everything is done by the head honcho and we are just his little peons scurrying to do his bidding. This is not so and it is getting on my last nerve.
Sigh. I work hard. I really do. A little bit of recognition would be nice. Just a little bit.
Sorry to bitch and whine but I do actually feel much better now. Some good ole hard rock ‘n roll for the ride home should do the trick. Perhaps some Evanescence or Metallica.