I hate bossy people. Worse still when they are women. Who "know everything about the world". And she's only been around for a couple of days. Granted she was there before a long time ago and has "a wealth of experience". But have you never heard the saying, "Good horse don't eat turn back grass" (My perfect translation from the oh-so-famous Mandarin idiom).
There's a reason why your job title is different now, lady. If you want my job, then take it wholesale. Don't tell me what to do because you feel "worried that I might not be able to hit those numbers". Like, I'm doing marketing and you are doing project management? Take it if you really want it, damn it. No wait, I changed my mind. Damn you.
Fuck.
Perhaps I should have just gone for THAT damn interview. So much for wanting to honour my contract. Now it looks like this lady is ready to take on the world on her own. And put us down whilst she's busy at it.
I work very well with my own manager, thank you. At least she doesn't breathe down my neck. And she's da "Senior Manager", ma dear "Assistant Manager"!
Argh. And she's not even the one I'm supposed to report to. HELLOOOOOOOO??!?!?!??! Bootlicker alert.
Oh and don't bother giving me that sweet smile and offering your thank-yous in your coquettish voice. I can smell a two-headed snake from a mile away. And my judgements are rarely wrong. Except when they come to my choice in manfriends. Hur hur. But that's another story for another day.
She's only been around three days and I'm ready to break some teeth. Namely hers. God give me strength.
And I thought I was the mother of all bitches.