Get off my foot!

My wonderful PA. Honestly, sometimes I feel like banging my head against a wall. How hard is it to decipher basic handwriting? Apparently, it’s an insurmountable challenge for some. And the truly frustrating part? He’s got the memory of a goldfish. Instructions go in one ear and promptly vanish out the other the second he turns his back.

As if that wasn’t enough stress for one afternoon, I’ve got management practically camped outside my door, all because of his mistake. The pressure is ridiculous, and frankly, it makes my skin crawl. I’m trying to sort this out, clean up his mess, and all I get is them breathing down my neck.

Then, the cherry on top of this already spectacular sundae? One of the main managers decided my already throbbing foot was the perfect place to plant his size whatever shoe. Seriously? I didn’t even have a chance to politely mention he was causing me excruciating pain before he was practically tap-dancing on my metatarsals. My reaction might have been a tad forceful – okay, I shoved him off – but the nerve of him to then exclaim about my attitude! I couldn’t even get a word in edgewise to explain he was standing on an injured foot! Honestly, some days I wonder how I manage to keep it together. This has been one of those days where I’m counting down the seconds until I can just go home and tell them to fuck off.