As if my day couldn’t have gotten worse: I picked the kids up from daycare and was informed by the teacher that she just took Bear’s temp and it was 102, he was lethargic and sensitive all afternoon. Just great! Two sick kids!
I get home and am telling Bear that I had a bad day too. My boss was mean to me again. I explain in a nutshell to the H what prof said to me (that I cut corners and am unprofessional, he’s lost trust in me). The H’s response: Is there any credence to that? My response: What does that mean? The H: Well, do you cut corners?
I thought I was going to punch him right in the face. Instead I took Bear whom I was carrying in my arms this whole time and locked ourselves in the bathroom under the pretense I was taking his temperature. Which I did, it was 101.5.
Are you fucking kidding me? As I explained to the H in a huffy tone as I was getting ready to walk out the door (luckily Bear wanted yogurt for dinner which we needed to buy at the store) that it would not have occurred to anyone to ask me that because no one who knows me or the Prof would think there was any accuracy to that statement. That I’m so happy that he knows me so well and has so much faith in my professional abilities. He kept trying to say that he wanted to know if there was any justification to Prof’s response. But that’s precisely the point. How could he think there was any justification?
I’m too tired to be livid. I’m so drained that I can’t even properly have this argument.
We just got back from the store and I told him I have to pump because I was so busy cutting corners today I only got to do it once.
Yes, I am overwhelmingly passive aggressive.