Walking in the Shadows

Random musings from Warwickshire on life in general... Things that make me laugh, make me cry, things that wind me up beyond all endurance - and everything in between.

Feeling crushed...

I sometimes wonder why I bother to work so damned hard on some things, because all I seem to get is kicked in the ribs.

Two of the reports that I run have been questioned for accuracy, and to be honest, it's starting to really get to me. I haven't changed the way I work at all, and then I get this slung back at me. Needless to say, I find this less than endearing, and more than a little bit infuriating.

Ok - I admit that there are targets to be aimed at, but I was under the impression that they were sales targets - not human ones, and I'm beginning to wonder about the wisdom of having anything to with these reports, until such time as the problem has been resolved.

But, I guess that this is just getting to me, as I feel bloody awful with both my ribs playing up and my shoulder adding to my woes, and it doesn't help my temper / mood when I get comments along the lines of my rib injuries being self inflicted, because I had the nerve to go horse riding at the weekend - in MY time. I felt like asking when 'Big Brother' policies on weekend activities had been introduced. Ok - I can see the point if I'd taken time off, but I've come into work against my better judgement.

I guess that I should call this entry quits, before I really blow a fuse.

Back later - if my temper has improved.

Karen

Learning to fly, but I don't have wings

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