Social Guru my ASS

Wow! 3 months of no contact. Life has been a blur!

Things happened that I should talk about, but I'm at work blogging during lunch. So I'm going to blog out my current mood status, which is PISSED THE F**K OFF, caused by my incompetent boss. I figure to get my malicious and murderous thoughts emotions in check, I blog about it. Whoever reads this will be my therapist. I just need to get things off my chest. If not, trust, one day my foot will be up her ASS. Sometimes I find myself trying to ward off evil thoughts by singing the latest Taco Bell Pina Colada drink song off their latest commercial.

Ok, this lousy excuse for a director has passed me up on plenty of career building opportunities over the past couple of months. I don't know if she has a personal vendetta for me or what, but it's getting old. She constantly takes my grand ideas and dumbs it down so she can articulate as her own. When she does give me credit, it's in such a backhanded way I'm not sure if I want the credit in the end. The passive agressiveness makes me want to kick her right between her serverely chapped lips and hope her profuse bleeding will moisturize her chaffing lips. Everytime she speaks to me my skin crawls from the movement of her rough, chapped lips meshing together. It's like rubbing sand paper together. Then her hangnails that scratch my arm when she tries to get her stupid, passive point across by touching me, makes me gag *holding back vile as I type*. She got one more time to lay her mangled cuticle hands on me....Lawd....WOOSAH...ok I'm back.

This is how she makes me feel on a daily basis for the past 2yrs 7 days and 6hrs and counting....

She is the blemish in my life that's bothersome. You want to demolish it but you can't for sake of leaving a hideous scar. That's her. Let's just called her Wicked Witch of the East (since we reside on the Eastside of Manhattan), WWE for short.

So after that introduction, let me get to the reason for my delirious anger. WWE passed me up, yet again for a opportunity doing a workshop on social networking that would take place in house for the staff that has been recently told of ther impending termination. She passed it along to a novice, to say the least, staff member that is getting her feet wet with social networking sites. WWE labeled her a "guru" and "expert on lament advice" for social networking. Mind you this "guru" only knows how to operate Twitter on a good day. I mean give me a damn break. So she promoted herself and book on Twitter alone. Whooptie Flippin Do! It's just a 147 character status notice! My 5 yr old cousin can update her status on Twitter. That doesn't give her the knowledge of running a social networking workshop!!

This is how the conversation went...

Me: "The Facebook page is up and running."
WWE: "Oh great. This looks amazing!"
Me: "Thanks! Only took my about an hour to get all the information uploaded."
WWE: "Yea, about that. I have some corrections. Not saying your work isn't fabulous, just it's missing a few things. No big deal."
Me: *rolling my eyes* "Sure it is."
WWE: "So I was thinking now that this Facebook thing is up, Pam could use it at the workshop she is doing on social networking. She is SO good at this stuff."
Me: *stunned and choking* "Who, Pam? All she knows is Twitter. How is she going to run a workshop on all the other networking sites?
WWE: "She is the GURU on this type of thing. She can show them the LAMENT version to all the confusing social networking sites."
Me: * thinking Lament? How lament can it get. Click. Create Profile. Post. Done.* "I guess."
WWE: "So can you set up things for Pam?"

At this point I zoned out, collected my lunch and walked out.

Now I'm an hour and a half into my hour lunch break and I'm dreading of returning to my office.

Pray for me ya'll...