LittleSpy
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Well, I almost just hurled at work.
I walked into the door of my department and it seriously smelled like someone had just microwaved rotting fish. So probably not really a pregnancy symptom, just a nasty coworker symptom.
Haha, when I was pregnant with dd 1st trimester, whenever the 80 year old man who sat in the cubicle next to mine would eat fried chicken livers for lunch (which was like once a week), I'd gag every time. I wanted to keep my pregnancy a secret until the end of first tri and it was SO HARD. So hard to be discreet when you're gagging in cubicle-land.
On that note, wow, I'm so tired of these old biddies at work talking junk about me. It's gone on most of the day today because my supervisor told one of them she wanted me to do the training that she was supposed to do today. I had nothing to do with that. It was news to me, too, and I was totally unprepared to do it. It's not like I'm TRYING to do your job -- like I want more work to do?
My supervisor is such a b**** to everyone in the department but me (and she even is to me, sometimes; I guess I just take it better?). I hate it for them, but it's not my fault. 
Feels like I'm in middle school with a bunch of 50-60 year old women. My main goal in coming here was to make more money. So yeah, I'm gunning for a promotion. I'll do whatever the eff our hr director wants of me right now because, essentially, I'm looking for her to throw more money at me in a few months. She's all but promised me a promotion, when I took this job, and recently now that I've been here a couple months. I don't want to give her a reason to second guess her decision. Hahaha, which is apparently why I'm writing this instead of working.
I walked into the door of my department and it seriously smelled like someone had just microwaved rotting fish. So probably not really a pregnancy symptom, just a nasty coworker symptom.
Haha, when I was pregnant with dd 1st trimester, whenever the 80 year old man who sat in the cubicle next to mine would eat fried chicken livers for lunch (which was like once a week), I'd gag every time. I wanted to keep my pregnancy a secret until the end of first tri and it was SO HARD. So hard to be discreet when you're gagging in cubicle-land.
On that note, wow, I'm so tired of these old biddies at work talking junk about me. It's gone on most of the day today because my supervisor told one of them she wanted me to do the training that she was supposed to do today. I had nothing to do with that. It was news to me, too, and I was totally unprepared to do it. It's not like I'm TRYING to do your job -- like I want more work to do?
My supervisor is such a b**** to everyone in the department but me (and she even is to me, sometimes; I guess I just take it better?). I hate it for them, but it's not my fault. Feels like I'm in middle school with a bunch of 50-60 year old women. My main goal in coming here was to make more money. So yeah, I'm gunning for a promotion. I'll do whatever the eff our hr director wants of me right now because, essentially, I'm looking for her to throw more money at me in a few months. She's all but promised me a promotion, when I took this job, and recently now that I've been here a couple months. I don't want to give her a reason to second guess her decision. Hahaha, which is apparently why I'm writing this instead of working. 
