Recently, I've been trying to give up swearing. It's really tough for me, because I love to say bitch and damn, but with a baby on the way, I feel like I want to teach him/her to be a gentleman/lady and gentlemen and ladies don't swear. It's a vulgar habit, but I've held onto it because it makes me feel really good when I'm frustrated or angry.
I find that I'm tested the most on my new resolution at work. I work for one of the most incompetent persons on the planet. I'm a secretary for the BYU Office of Information Technology, and my direct supervisor is a joke. I've had to tell her how to open email attachments before. Does that sound like someone who should be working for a technology department? Honey, that's only a fraction of her ignorance. She's also the hardest person to work with. Every time she wants me to come into her office, I feel like I'm going to the principal. Actually, I liked my principal. I wake up dreading to go to work because she's a class A responsibility shifter, and the blame usually falls on me or someone standing near by. It isn't just me imagining most of this either. 99% of the office thinks this way, and the 1% is just such a good natured person that she doesn't think poorly of anyone. Maybe that'll be my next goal.
However, for now, my goal is to stop swearing, but I find myself wanting to go through my ABC's with profanity every single time I have to talk to her or see her. Perhaps it's made worse by pregnancy hormones, but perhaps not. Anyway, I just had to vent and get that out, and since no one really reads this blog anyway, it seemed like a good place. For some reason, it makes me feel like I've said it out loud to her face, but without the risk of losing my job. Thankfully I only have 4 months left here before I graduate. I don't know what I'd do if I had longer.
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