Look out Stranger...

...There's a dark cloud moving in

-Jewel, Barcelona

I swear to God, I never want to work for a bunch of women again. It may make me sound like a chauvinist, but women are HORRIBLE as bosses.

The new woman I work for, let's call her "The Ice Queen," is constantly at the throat of the other female manager that is her peer. She is also incessantly trying to de-throne her boss, also a female. Basically it's one big bitch-fest and cat-fight around here.

I crossed my boss yesterday and got some passive-aggressive BS from her and a general drop in temperature. Did I mention I sit in the same office as her? Oh yeah. It's mighty cold in here.

Granted, I want to get out of here for career purposes, but the behavior of people around me makes that decision a whole lot easier.

I've been working with my mentor to determine the color of my parachute. I would have said teal, but god only knows. The book is titled with parachute, but talks about a flower. I'm utterly confused! But the jist of it is, that my desire is to work in a field where I'm: writing for informational or entertainment purposes, teaching or consulting, or problem-solving.

Like I said, I would love to be a professional blogger...and YES, I'd bitch about more than my own life. I'd probably not talking about my own life much if I were writing professionally.

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