I was so fucking pissed yesterday. I saw a TikTok of a young girl complaining about her forty-something-year-old boss. And then another girl stitched it, and then another girl, and then another girl. I was like what the fuck, they can’t be talking about me?
Ok, so now we are turning against each other? Well, that’s fucking great. Twenty-five years of blood, sweat, and tears that could fill an Olympic-sized swimming pool. Sleepless nights working on sales pitches so some dipshit non grateful slimy dude could meet his sales goal. I’ve paid my dues. And yet, today I’ve learned to adapt to a younger generation entering the workforce and have never and would never shit on anyone. Yet, here I am now classified as one of these psycho Karens making poor Ashleigh accountable. None of it makes sense to me. Maybe you just got a tiny glimpse of what your boss put up with for the last 25 years of her career. Never mind no matter how high you climb, there is always a man one step ahead of you.
We didn’t have TikTok to rant about terrible bosses. We had a pillow to catch our tears and wipe away the smudged Ben and Jerry’s drippings. But thanks, Ashleigh. I’ll be sure to check TikTok and Instagram thoroughly for my next new hire.
And, fuck you Karen for ruining my reputation. Sure, I have pushed females who worked for me – pushed them to their potential, not to get the work done, but because I believed in them. Sure, I’ve held people accountable for their work, but at the end of the day, I know that I made a significant impact on any female that has ever worked for me.
Add it to the pile of letdowns. So now what? I guess I should just used to be treated like shit no matter where I go, despite my friendliness?
As much as I pride myself on easily adapting and letting go of what was, it all just seems so fucking. unfair.
I’ve always said, “disbih will never go far because she’s too much of a pussy to be a bitch”.