An Omen II

So yeah…my last post was totally the evidence of things to come at work. The past week has been just plain weird and has made my life a living hell. I’m beginning to think that there might be a little of the “D” word going on here…you know what “D” word I’m talking about, the one that corporations absolutely fear and loath? no? Ok, ok…it’s the one that starts with “D” and is followed by “i” and “s”. I know it sounds obscure and unlikely that a male in today’s working world would be facing such a term, usually it’s the other way around with the male being accused of the big “D”, but as each day passes by I’m really beginning to think that it’s true, that I’m a victim of the dreaded “D”. Could it be true? I’m not sure, but it’s beginning to feel like it’s true and that usually means it is in the corporate world.

Anyway as I was saying earlier…this week has been HELL, and all because my direct supervisor has this keen ability to take something minor and pump it so full of hot air that you could strap a basket to it and charge $9.99 for kiddie rides. Plain and simple, this week has just sucked…I wish I could go into specifics, but I just can’t…damn my moral fiber…