Ever felt the world is fighting you? (lighthearted)

[Jamiefraserskilt]

So in the last two weeks...
The boss has criticised me for confirming work instructions with the team for a decision he made...because he had not discussed the reason he made that decision. The reasoning did not change the work instruction and action on the decision was time critical.
The directors got cross because I raised a big issue "without checking my facts" (I always do). I suggested they look into it themselves rather than shooting the messenger. What do you know...There was a big issue.
My mother had to have a quiet word about me using bad language on social media (I am 54 and should not be writing that way) After searching through, I had reposted a trump parody video clearly written and developed by someone else. My comment? "Made me giggle."
My father criticised me for stopping the car to prevent a woman hitting me head on.
My DS criticised me for being a crap mother because I asked him to put his ironed clothes away.
It is like dealing with 2 year olds that cry because you put the cheese on before the pickle.
Anyone else feel like staying under the duvet?

Every fucking day. I'm still hiding my twitter id from my mum as she keeps pondering joining.

I can't get the lid off the brown sauce and have had to adjust my diet accordingly (always brown on bacon. This is not up for discussion).

My fantasy of sleeping when it's dark is showing no signs of coming to fruition.

I've had another bastard form from the DWP to check if my Crohn's has been cured and two thirds of my bowel has grown back. They're also keen to know if my inability to walk unaided has fixed itself. Knobbers.

Call The Midwife made me cry, twice.

I can't reach to change the clock battery. My tall friend has moved away to study medicine, the selfish sod.

The cat is looking at me like I should have an answer for a question that I haven't been asked.

Ctm me too. That bit with the Jewish couple...
I would have thought that fresh air and fairy dust was good for bowel growth. Unless you can grab a prescription for unicorn shit, that is.
Feel your pain 're sleep. Just run over these incidents and think of the amazing witty retorts I should have made instead of quietly seething after the initial jaw drop.

I’ve had someone tell me what my job is today.
They were wrong. And if they’d read the document that they’d included as proof they’d have seen they were wrong......only they also included as many senior members of staff as they possibly could......

You can imagine my mood.....