One of us is not going to survive the week. And I have strong constitution.
He has me doing virtually all of the floor work, and getting after me for shit I don’t even really know, yet.
He is goddamned lucky to have me. I’m about ready to say f— this and take some vacation time, myself.
Is that mean?
Shouldn’t I turn the other cheek? I’ve been trying. “Don’t put that there,” he snaps.
“Okay,” I say, shrugging. When what I really feel like saying is “I’ve been on this side for five minutes. How the f—- should I know where they go?!”
And, no, I’m not being a pushover or failing to stick up for myself. I’m trying to be REASONABLE!
Whenever possible, I give people the benefit of the doubt.
But I’m running out of benefits.
See you hopefully.