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*general pissed off noise*
Okay, am having a very crappy day, please excuse my language.
One, my managers/supervisors should know better than to discuss personnel matters where people can hear them. This, on top of a rather bad call where my lead was of absolutely *no* help, caused me to break down for almost an hour this morning. (I have anxiety disorder - one of the triggers is managers/supervisors discussing personnel matters where I can hear them.)
Two, one of our newbies has a Kender-ish idea of what belongs to people. She poked around *everything* on my desk. Including my notebook, which I'd left on my desk because I wanted to have it handy. Which I wouldn't have minded had she not been a psychology major and I had my CBT steps listed there. (That's Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, not Computer-Based Training.) I mean, I don't mind if the newbies are generally curious. But a casual glance would have indicated that my notebook had nothing to do with my job, and flipping through it is definitely out of line. (Yes, I'm having a little *talk* with one of the supervisors tomorrow about this.)
Three, I got my rejection letter from the JET program. This would have been more of a shock had I not known that I didn't get an email, and had already started working on plan B (finding a new job within state service).
Four, I accidentally closed a fic that I was writing (to help recover from the first problem) and so I am now having to reconstruct said fic.
Aaargh!
One, my managers/supervisors should know better than to discuss personnel matters where people can hear them. This, on top of a rather bad call where my lead was of absolutely *no* help, caused me to break down for almost an hour this morning. (I have anxiety disorder - one of the triggers is managers/supervisors discussing personnel matters where I can hear them.)
Two, one of our newbies has a Kender-ish idea of what belongs to people. She poked around *everything* on my desk. Including my notebook, which I'd left on my desk because I wanted to have it handy. Which I wouldn't have minded had she not been a psychology major and I had my CBT steps listed there. (That's Cognitive Behavioral Therapy, not Computer-Based Training.) I mean, I don't mind if the newbies are generally curious. But a casual glance would have indicated that my notebook had nothing to do with my job, and flipping through it is definitely out of line. (Yes, I'm having a little *talk* with one of the supervisors tomorrow about this.)
Three, I got my rejection letter from the JET program. This would have been more of a shock had I not known that I didn't get an email, and had already started working on plan B (finding a new job within state service).
Four, I accidentally closed a fic that I was writing (to help recover from the first problem) and so I am now having to reconstruct said fic.
Aaargh!