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- last entry / next entry - 2004-11-03 | 2:12 p.m.
Slow death by hot-oil immersion sounds pretty good ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
I don't understand the phenomenon that turns normal rational adults into infantile idiots...especially *my* adults. My traders are, by and far, normal, slightly-rational adults who succumb to passion in the heat of battle. That's fine. It's the irrational ADHD-driven idiot who I'm imagining slowing lowered into a vat of boiling oil who I can't understand. Or cope with. Or function with. I feel like Anne Sullivan with Helen Keller. He's going to learn if it kills me; if we have to throw plates and food and babies at each other, so be it. Here's the background, so I don't sound *completely* mad: but oh my god how I hate it. I hate confrontation. I hate arguing. I hate all that kind of negative interaction, because I am incapable of remaining rational and aloof. And as a woman working in a male-dominated (and male-majority) field, emotions are a death sentence. If I get emotional...it's all over and I've lost my credibility with the guys. I can't allow that. Which means I am barely holding on to my temper, my emotions, and my voice as I have a pre-fight with Himself. He threatens to call the boss in London. I tell him to go ahead, but he might get voicemail since it's dinnertime there. He wants to call in the morning--that's fine with me. He thinks that the boss will bail him out and side with him (like he normally does) but he's in for a rude awakening. The worst part of it is that I honestly feel sorry for the guy. He doesn't know how rules/limits work; he's always been able to work around them or talk himself out of punishments. And I don't want to be the one to break his spirit...I just want him to make my life a little easier. *sigh* - last entry / next entry - |
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