Bianca

I attempted suicide after losing so horribly.  She brought me home after she fired me.  At the time I thought it was because she was being nice and was concerned.  Now I know it was to inspect my living arrangements and confirm her cruel judgment.  I am not one of those people that share at work, at least not about my private life.  I grew up the first born grandchild of nineteen.  All our parents worked and all were professionals.  My grandmother was our daycare provider and she made sure that we were being prepared for the working world.   Fifteen of my cousins are male, so I was taught from day one how to work like a man in a man’s world.  It is really not that hard, you don’t talk about home stuff, you don’t talk about much at all, and you never show any emotion at work.  I was not interested in decorating the office with monthly themes or thrilled to go out to lunch and chat about the upcoming wedding or talk about redecorating the kitchen.  Silly me, I wanted to learn how to run the office when I was alone, what the script for advising students was, what question get answered by what department.  I thought I got hired to do office work.  Totally failed at the “best-ies” thing. September 28th, I walked into work and there were both my supervisors.  Neither of which could clearly define my job or work tasks because they were never set....