I just wanted to pop up and say hello I’m not dead.
My new job, which I’ve been gunning for for years, is rather all-consuming. I was prepared for this. I was also prepared for utter incompetence.
What I was not prepared for was to be thrown under the bus by the utterly incompetent overseers. I was also not prepared for an utterly useless “mentor” whose response to me saying “I walked out and cried in the bathroom” was to completely ignore the comment.
I’m not looking for fluffy, lovey-dovey support. I’m just expecting to be seen as a human being. Even if the overseer we call Professor Umbridge said she walked out and cried, I’d at least go “That sucks. What happened? Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?” because as much as of a narcissist loser as she is, she’s still human.
But, hey, on a brighter note, the current colleagues I have are cool. I’m crocheting them stuffed animals.
I hope everyone is well. Sorry for these constant flickers of existence.
Anyway, I have seen my shadow and must retreat to the Underground.
(Alas, this Underground does not have a goblin king named Jareth. But it does have cake.)