evil ascetics
A Nightmare had woken me from my anxious slumber…I had dreamt of my old supervisor from a company I worked for a while back…
As soon as I walked in to the quiet office, I noticed she had taken issue with me straight away. The first week she complained about my demeanor over the phone—my inability to file and my overall lack of attention to detail. She trained me on things that she later berated me for doing.
Eventually I caught her changing my work deliberately and accusing me of “once again, fouling up” she was a devout Muslim with very un-Muslim like qualities—needless to say this “ascetic” was evil.
Long story short, I ended up working 9months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 59 minutes too long.
The straw that broke the camels back was apparently I sent an expensive federal Express package to a vendor that was expecting a sizeable check and it arrived with nothing in it. Those checks were in that envelope, I made a habit of stuffing my envelopes and leaving them unopened and untouched before closing them at the end of the day and sending them off, in case the President or VP wanted to add anything.
My desk is sacred and safe. Nothing gets lost there.
Apparently on this day something did.
I left that place, quitting before being let go, feeling inadequate, worthless, lacking basic skills, stupid, inept and shamed for breathing…this woman actually muttered cavalierly to someone over the phone a week after my niece had died…”I know stuff happens and all, but get over it.”
I’m talking pure unadulterated evil.
I dreamt of her sabotaging me again. When I had woken, I couldn’t shake her and all the feelings of inadequacy came rushing back and I couldn’t get back to sleep…She really did sabotage me. I had let her. That day at work was okay, but every move I made was metered and unsure and terribly uneasy.
Sheesh. The things I allow myself to get worked up about.
The company asked me to stay another week.
Woo hoo! a paycheck!
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