listening: Anything that blocks out her voice..
I think I know why my cycles have been out of whack lately..
My stress levels are sky high and it's not even due to the workload..
My increased frustration can be categorised under various types:
1) Not respecting you as a working adult, treating you like a child
- 'Guides' you by sitting beside you to teach you step-by-step
- Makes lists of your to-do items and tells you the order in which to complete them (Given her lack of communication skills, this usually leads to more confusion, then ends up becoming a vicious cycle.. Ref pts 2a & 2c)
- Calls you for discussions every week but spends have the time talking about personal stuff
- Reluctance to admit mistakes.. (overly defensive)
- Great acting in front of FC (I've seen her tell me one thing, but twist her words subsequently in front of the FC)
- Changes processing criteria at a whim..
- Write instruction to me also write halfway, and whatever's written is seriously untidy
- She has the 'Victim Mentality'
- Extreme Insecurity.. (to the extent of crying when you disagree with her, or when she's worried that you won't 'friend' her)
- Asks questions for the sake of it
- Overly dependent on other day-to-day skills (she has asked me to:
(i) check the shuttle bus schedules even though I have sent her the link multiple times,
(ii) help her set up her computer during office move even though she was the one who unplugged her computer herself,
(iii) asked me to fold a typical carton box for her during office move because 'she-didn't-know-how-to')
- Getting too personal about herself (she even told me the number of times she went to the toilet, and how many of it was solid/liquid)
- mess up my desk and in-tray whenever she wants to pass me stuff (i know this is very minor.. but imagine this on top of the already high levels of anxiety..)
- She's even accused me of raising my voice at her (and crying over it)
I don't usually blog about work, mostly because I feel heavy workloads have never worried me.. but this? this is just testing my sanity.. I honestly need an outlet before Hubby gets sick of my rants, or before I need official help..