Grrrrrrrrrrrrr 👎

One of us is not going to survive the week. And I have strong constitution.

Just saying.

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.