Yesterday was rough.  I thought I was doing good until I had a situation at work. My boss was in the cube next to me speaking to a co-worker (and friend) about how she needed to "speak to me" at the request of her boss.  Now any of you know that work in a cube know that there isn't too much privacy. I overheard her and she kept walking. It was Friday afternoon and the last thing I needed was to have this reprimand hanging over my head for two days. That was it....after this whole week of doing well I just broke. Right there in my cube the tears started. Luckily it was close to 5 and I went to the bathroom I got myself together. My friend and co-worker went to my boss and told her that what she did was inappropriate and that she needed to speak to me.

My boss and I spoke for a while and she said she didn't want to upset me since she knew I was going through so much. I explained that that was fine but to overhear her telling another co-worker and have the anticipation and anxiety of worrying was not helping me at all.  That part felt good. What doesn't feel good is feeling helpless.  The issue that I was spoken to about was a report that was done late that was NOT my responsibility, and somehow even though in the end I took care of it I am being blamed for the fact that it was late. As it was my bosses boss' responsibility originally, she does not want to be accountable, I get the blame.  I am just frustrated with the whole mess. I am trying to let it go but it is hard.  How do you fight city hall? I can't. It's just one more thing on the pile.