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August 06, 2002-9:11 p.m. I sort of snapped at work today. My supervisor threatened to muzzle me and put me in a room by myself. I let her know in typically blunt Sa style that I was unhappy with some of the new procedures that have been put in place and I felt like they impinged upon my ability to be as productive as humanly possible. It might have been better if I hadn�t initiated this conversation while a manager was standing at her desk. Then again, I�ve always been the sort of person who says what�s on her mind�damn the consequences. I gained a little ground in my fight as a result and that is all that I really cared about anyway. I suppose I should probably thank my lucky stars that I have a supervisor who enjoys the fact that I am so honest and will say whatever I feel. Lord knows it hasn�t always been that way. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
