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INTOLERANCE

I’ve been at my new job for almost two months.  Its been the busiest two months of my life.  I have been in jobs where its busy, but nothing that I’m experiencing right now.  And, its good.  I quit one of my jobs because it was so damn boring and my brain was slowly losing its intelligence.  Anyways, now that I’m settling in a bit more I’m noticing the random characters around the workplace, in particular my boss.

She’s a nice enough person (before she starts the day), but she has got a mean streak that I’m just starting to really see.  She’s very dramatic, loud (she sings in the office), takes everything personally, complains a lot and generally a little kooky.  I don’t take offense to her craziness, but the one thing I don’t like is her intolerance for people she thinks aren’t going about things the way she thinks they should.  And let me tell you I’ve been witness to a few very inappropriate comments by her already because of her lack of patience with people.  A recent incident that involved me made it clear to me that its important I don’t involve her too much in what I do.  Otherwise, a situation I am clearly handling gets fucked up complicated (when it shouldn’t be) because she’s taken it too far.  And, I’m not the only one she’s done it to in our group.

I take it all in stride, but its not easy.  I try to ignore her when she goes completely nuts.  Her loud singing, I kid you not, can be annoying and long winded, but so far I haven’t had to resort to drowning her out by plugging in the iPod.  I believe she sings to relieve stress, it just hurts my ears.

Intolerance and impatience with other people, when its not warranted, highly irritate me because it shows a lack of respect.  I can deal with her bitching (and it can be constant), but her intolerance, that’s another thing and it’ll be harder for me to keep my cool about that.  Its not unpleasant to go to work, because I enjoy my job, its a good company, and I’m certainly not going to let it bother me unless it becomes completely inappropriate, but I need to tread carefully. 

I’m counting down the days, months, weeks, hours, seconds when I can kick this full time gig to the curb.