Well Then, F-You, Too!

I'm a lot less depressed, which is a relief after two weeks of sobbing. But I seem to have come across some anger, rescued an inner badass or something. A mild badass, not a wild badass, but still.

1. Day Job expects me to arrive at 8:30 sharp. Never mind that I'm often there 45 minutes to an hour late because of all the work and the ridiculous deadlines.
solution: I'll show up right on time, and walk out right on time.

2. My colleagues at Day Job are doing sloppy work, and it necessitates multiple rounds of revisions.
solution: I'm not checking the revisions.

3. The work bully is very mean and I hate her. Today I brought a problem to my supervisor's attention. She said it needed to be brought to the Work Bully for resolution. Do you want to talk to her, or shall I?, she asked.
solution: I don't want to talk to her. You can. Thanks.

Yes, I'm electing myself a timecard employee: Check in, check out, do no more than is required, and less than is asked.

I'm not very good at this...yet.