If I thought last week was bad, this week was tough. I had one of my worst crying jags Sunday night/Monday morning at work. At least the coworker who heard part of it brushed it off as lack of sleep. (I had chewed him out over something that was not his fault.) My shift supervisor has issues with me and I have major issues with her. She decided not to tell me several key things Sunday including a coworker going home sick (the coworker told me and I had to pick up a few of his duties which was wasn’t a big deal but the whole not telling me was), that the coworker I chewed out was doing something she told him to do (I think she made something up just to get him to do some work), and lied to me. I had every intention of talking to her Monday night but that didn’t work out because she decided to deal with an issue and then hang out with one of my coworkers.
The big problem is that this supervisor hits all my triggers because she acts just like my abuser. I have talked to her about a month ago about her behavior but it didn’t last because she honestly believes she is doing nothing wrong and won’t take me seriously. She says that she has to act the way she does because of the work that needs to get done (which she likes to dump on me instead either doing it herself when it is part of her job description or delegating it to other officers who have the time and ability to do it), that I am her most capable officer (like I said she lies)(yet she treats me like dirt; she treats almost all of the female officers like dirt unless they are married or have children) (she hates the position I work), that I’m smart (but only so far as having completed college; being Catholic is the unforgivable sin to her) (actually, believing or even accepting evolution and using science is the unforgivable sin) but I feel that I’ve been singled out for her abuse. She hates working there and has said so repeatedly. She lectures about her religious and political views when those are big no-nos at work and especially as a supervisor to a employee. She has let certain individuals get away with behavior that should have gotten them fired and plays favorites (even though one of her “favorites” can’t stand her).
Except for this supervisor, the job isn’t that bad. There are a couple of problematic employees but one is switching to the construction side of things, the one I see for only a few minutes, and the only I only have to deal with for six hours though if he screws up like the stories that go around about his last time here, he won’t be here long. First half of my week is okay. I have an excellent supervisor that appreciated what I do and the position I have. The other half of the week is the bas supervisor and I dread coming to work the second half of my week because I don’t know what will set her off, what she’ll blame me for, what stupid, insane thing she wants me to do now. She totally stresses me out. I’m stressing out just writing this, remembering what she does to me, what emotions she evokes in me.
I hate putting myself in a situation where I can only expect stress and fear. I’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to come up with some imagined slight or mistake on my part and I get fired. Doesn’t matter if it’s real or not. I wish I had a better job waiting for me. I wish I didn’t have all the bills to pay that keeps me in this job. I wish that people who abuse would understand what they are doing and the effect they have on people. I don’t know what’s going to set her off. I have to walk on eggshells around her. It’s just a job but it seems like so much worse than that.
It also doesn’t help that last week I had the fact that my father doesn’t think much of me either. I was never either of my parents’ favorites but I still has the delusion that my father loved me. Nope. My sister K gets all his love and attention. I got the random backhanded gift out of the blue growing up but K was and is his total favorite. My sisters S and G are my mother’s favorites though S more because S has a son. I understand that my mother chose to hurt me and has an undiagnosed mental illness (possibly) but to have consider and possibly accept that my dad chose someone over me still hurts even at 29. To know that neither parent really loved me really, really hurts and is unimaginable. I still had that delusion that my dad was on my side, even just a little bit. Not any more.
This really sucks especially since I don’t have anyone in real life to talk to about all this.