Take 2 months of worrying about infertility
Add 2 months of obsessing (in a happy way) about pregnancy
Throw in 2 months of grieving a miscarriage (I’m just talking 2004 here– the grieving continues)
In my world that all adds up to the best review of my working life, with the top ranking, just when it matters the least to me. But it sure beats the time my boss took me to the park and give me a bad review and at the end a bird crapped on me.
Sorry about 2004.
And what a horrible incident with the job review!
At one job my boss had his underlings take me out to lunch and then they spent two hours ripping apart my personality.
Then he fired me right after he gave me a raise and a bonus because he just didn’t like me.
I wish a birdy had gotten him.
Kind of in the same boat — I have a great job and could care less if I get fired or stay. Of course, becaues of that, I feel like a bum trying to break the law so I can find a warm bed for the night in jail and everyone ‘cuts me a break’. Today I had to tell my boss that my password is ‘bite me’ and he didn’t even flinch, sigh.
Congratulations on the good review! As far as the bad one goes, been there done that – but only with figurative bird crap thank goodness!