| Written by Diana, on 20-02-2006 23:13 |
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I am in hell. I have died and gone to hell that is my only explanation. Whoever I pissed off in a past life, this is my punishment. I don't belive in all that hocus pocus but it sounds good. I have to call this lady at Disney tomorrow and beg her for a job. We were joking that it would be pretty funny if I sent my resume with the email subject line "Will work for food." I'm almost to that point though. It's like the twilight zone at work. It's like what in the HELL just happened here? The woman who's taken over as office manager has become obsessive, out of control, she treats me like a criminal and I've done nothing but work my ass off, I hardly step away from my desk all day. I have been absolutely unbelievably unhappy and this evening I walked in the door from my weekly (for...two years?) food run for work (zone bars & drinks) and my mother, in her tone where if I SPEAK she's going to scream, tells me that I should have left a note. "Okay..." She insists that they ALWAYS leave a note, which I then confirmed with my father that they do NOT always leave a note, she told me we've never talked about why I don't talk to her (lets see, she makes me feel worse, i hate her, she yells at me, all these things I've said to her face and somehow all she remembers is that I said my dad moved to santa barbara...?!) she denied it again and again and then called me CHICKEN, "You're JUST CHICKEN!" This is my life, this is my mother. I've never wanted to bring my father into our squables but I had to tonight. He had the proof I needed. I forgot to tell him that last part though. My sister's going to hear my mother's side of it tomorrow. Ever since they started working together, I've lost interest in being my sister's friend. She's my sister, but she's also my mother's daughter and she doesn't fight the battle with me anymore. I don't think she's wholely against me but she's not always with me like she used to. We used to sit in her room and talk about how mad my mother would get. Now I just sit with it, I often times call my therapist especially because she's met my mother. I'm already in hell, why did she have to do this to me now. She doesn't like it when I'm angry with her but how do YOU think this week will be at my house? Fun? Probably not.
Last update: 20-02-2006 23:13
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