Gnash gnaw

Things at work have finally come to a head. Working for the federal government was supposed to be me winning the lottery with a guaranteed lifetime job with the promise of upward mobility still ringing in my ears from the interview louder than the tinnitus.

The reality has been my on-site supervisor who is not my supervisor on paper being infinitely friendly and everything starting out well, but has turned into bitterness. She is overwhelmed and does not have it takes to do her position (effectively in charge of the building as an assistant director despite them changing the name to something having to do with being some sort of senior administrative something or other). She has a degree in anthropology and worked as a collection curator then in the bookstore. She does not have what it takes to do her job and keeps passing things off to me. It is quite something. She also is confused about what she says and doesn't keep track of what she has said. So, she will say to do x in an abc manner. Then later will say why didn't you do them in a gfe manner and I say because you said to do it abc. She says no, I said gfe. It's a lot of miscommunication. I know that she has said that I need to do something but because she says it I have no proof.

Until yesterday.