Career downturn

My life is ruined: the Department head has again appointed not me.


Hey, anyone out there career? I got a real career slump!




In my dreams I already half a year worked out in a cozy office where polite Secretary (invariably male) brings herbal gulls and chocolate candies. But in reality what? I am almost forty, and I have no one in charge. And not that of the Secretary, even savassinho slave I do not have and is not expected! The loser!




Although, if you think about it, not that he is bad, career decline.




First of all, I love and call "Agathya".




If I were the boss immediately would become in the Agatha Leonardovna, mymru, bore, reptile and... whatever else? And, like a fool.




How else is someone who forces others to work, cursing at meetings, critiques, evaluates and distributes salary?




Secondly, all waiting for me at work, wondering why I was late today, cover, when I run to the hairdresser and sincerely sympathize with, if my boss catches.




And if I was the boss? Late: "yeah, she can, but we cannot! will run early: "I became commandant, at work, not sitting" will end with lunch: "where are we, mere mortals, to restaurants to go! "and what about the Barber shop it around him: "Oh, look, she went on a business day - on a haircut, and we are here Pasha on her salary she earn".




Thirdly, I have a lot of friends. Right in the office. There is always someone tridot shoulder, has someone to push his foot under the table, have someone to discuss the latest gossip and to sort of champagne at the party.




And the boss what girlfriend? Only sit in the office, lo and behold, Nina-the - lazy-bones, Masha - propulsora, Natasha is already behind schedule, and she is a pest, to chase such need filthy broom.




Fourthly, I am now six hours out the door and forgot to think about the office, computer, reports, and tables.




As Saturday - I generally post my not remember. Monday half day remember what they did last week and how prepared this document. The second of January I completely reflective memory week by about two. And the head? He even in his head. No output, no walk-through, one hemorrhoids.




Fifthly, my personal life is miserable, two hours in the evening and three at night. And the boss what personal life?




The men scatter, husband grumbles, children receive two. And the young nurse in the apartment struts.




So no. Dudka. Me your career gift is not necessary. Thank you. He nameclash.

Source:

Belarusian women's portal

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