Fucking egos

I used to love what I did at work – not necessarily my job. But loved what I did. Now, I have a tension headache from all the bullshit I’m having to deal with.  Fucking martian who acts like a schoolboy by sharing his emails with junior staffers. Criticising manifested email frustration in front of juniors. Maybe he was right and I was inappropriate but he so fucking changeable in terms of what going wrong and what’s right. Yes I know I get frustrated with hierarchy, but I think leaders should protect junior temps from some things. Anyway, don’t give a fuck about rambling or being inconsistent. Really want to take a sickie on monday. I really don’t like who I am at work – I’m angry, I’m pessimistic. I have no faith in the management. I get frustrated when martian can’t come up with a straight answer and keep rehashing why things would’ve been different if he was listened to. But worse still the gos of the managers is seriously putting me in a position of compromising my integrity. I can’t put my name to reports when such bullshit is going down. I do wonder what I’m staying for. Which was I’m progressing the passport research. Days of headache. Days of going in later and later. This isn’t me – I like working hard! I love what I do. I’m a great designer. I just ain’t doing design. I think I will take a sickie on monday. Why not – being dedicate doesn’t seem to be adding up to much. Perhaps I should spend the day focusing on my other work – portfolio, cv, website.

~ by gomhead on February 22, 2008.