This week has been an absolute shitshow. On Monday, I had to leave the office at 1:30pm to visit our 91-year-old, incredibly rich client who only accepts white caregivers. A lot of you will be all like, no, its cool, she’s really old….but we’re actually getting to the point where being old is not an excuse for being racist. Kinda like old people have tattoos now, sometimes? It is not permissible, it is SLIGHTLY understandable, but it’s not cool.

In any case, my bosses are not ones to rock that boat, so they sent the white girl with the CNA in the office. I was just supposed to take out her trash and possibly tidy up a bit….I was there for 4 hours. Around 5:30, (after getting into work at 7:45 that morning), I told her I had better go before it was too dark to drive. Then I drove down and visited my regular client. I worked about 10.5 hours that day. Which isn’t that much compared to the 12 hour shifts the Husband has had to take on, but still god damn annoying.

Then, yesterday, I did all my work for Monday and Tuesday, and my boss/owner SCREAMED at me for not doing a job correctly when he gave me vague and misleading instructions on how to do it. SCREAMED. About how I was going to ruin insurance for everyone because I hadn’t sent out an eligibility list to the district managers last week while he himself was on vacation. Not only that, but it didn’t matter that I had 80% of the list done on my own without the help of the managers. Nope. SCREAMED. Did I cry? no. I took it like a pussy. Because you can’t reason with brats.

Now, if you’re my mom, and you’re worried about me losing my job over a blog calling my boss a brat, I don’t know what to tell you. This is my documentation of my life, and I’m not going to sugarcoat it because someone decides to have a tantrum in my face at the workplace. I never mention the name of my company, and judging by the present I got from my other boss today, they still think my name is spelled ‘JD’. So it’s highly unlikely that they have a vested interest in my personal life let alone my never-mentioned, universally-ignored blog.

Speaking of which, my other boss was my secret Santa. He got me a Donald Trump Chia bust. It was actually kind of hilarious. He knows how I feel about the Orange Menace. I got Newbie, the newest member of our team, an air plant in a nice glass vase. She didn’t thank me.

All in all, it’s a very good thing I’m leaving for Montana tomorrow, because the people here, with a few notable exceptions, are very seriously close to making my shit list. People treat admins (like me) like crap, pile on the work, act like we’re meant to serve them. I’m here to facilitate the office, for sure, but I’m not here to do bitch work constantly and thanklessly. It’s baffling how ungrateful the office can be. I treat my baristas better in the five minutes we interact that do the people who spend all day with me. It’s…..god, it’s depressing.