so it’s a good thing my office isn’t situated on a baseball diamond, hey? Oh kids, today I had a meltdown the likes of which I haven’t had since my days in Richmond. It was not pretty, let me assure you and if GRE (aka: Greatest Receptionist Evah) were posting here, she’d tell you true.

Let’s see, where to start? At the beginning is probably a good place. Boss McTizzypants has been at this job just about one month more than me. He’s quite into his title rather than doing the actual work. I’m sure many of you can relate, right? And the dolt not into the title but doing the actual work? That would be me. So, while he’s goofing off but making sure his head is firmly up the big man’s butt, I am in the trenches with GRE, trying to a) learn the job, b) do the job, c) document how to do the job and d) keep Big Man relatively calm. Trust me when I say that the latter alone is a full time job.

Anyway, creating a presentation for a client meeting is a very important function of the support staff. There are all kinds of bits and pieces that seem to follow no logic whatsoever. Pulling one together is a challenge, especially when you don’t know what you don’t know and can leave out important bits (as I learned today). As you can imagine, when BM is missing pieces of a presentation for a 3 million dollar client, it doesn’t bode well for ye old Snarkstress. I knew as soon as the client was out the door, the shit was gonna hit the fan. It hit the fan and then splattered onto the wall today. But wait. Here’s the best part. Despite knowing that I was gonna get slammed and being prepared for it, what do I do in the meeting where BM is ranting and raving to me, GRE and McTizz? I cry. Isn’t that special? I fucking cry. As Stephanie Miller would say “Oh, dear God”.

This issue for me is this: when I am angry or frustrated, I don’t yell or scream. I cry. Always have. It’s quite the embarassment in work situations. Here’s what set me off. BM is ranting and saying he’s putting McTizz in charge and McTizz said “I will delegate as I see fit.” Ohhhhh boy. That hit me wrong. Delegate as he sees fit? WHAT? I’m doing much of the work now and HE will delegate? How about him HELPING do the work? And thus the tears. It really was just horrific for me. I was pissed, embarassed that I caused BM to look unprepared in his meeting (I’m anal like that) and embarassed for crying just 4 weeks into the job. (Sigh)

There’s much more to this story but I will wait to see what goes down tomorrow. BigMan was apprised by a little fairy (not me, not GRE) of what’s REALLLLLY been going on with McT and the text messaging, YouTubing, Bejeweling etc. and had a “come to Jesus” talk with McT. More about that tomorrow.

Dinner was a snickers bar and coffee. Tells you my state of mind, right?