Frustrated

Work is work and life is life. Leave your work shit at work and deal with your home shit at home. That's how it should be. But at my job, that's not the case. It's a long, drawn out story, but the bottom line is that my work-life bares a striking resemblance to a tweenaged melodrama, and I am so, completely over it. I am angry with my supervisor for making our environment here so stressful, uncomfortable and dramatic, and I am even more angry at myself for letting it effect me so much. I want to come to work, do my thing and go home. period. I don't want to have to go into her office once a week so that she can ask me my opinion on why team morale is so low. I shouldn't be put in the position of having to tell her that she is the reason. She is the core of the problems and her shit has rippled its way through each of the rest of our lives.
Normally I am really good at just keeping my head down and doing my work. But for some reason, her behavior recently has become so toxic that I find it impossible to block. It's so unfair.
If I worked in a normal company, bullshit like hers would not be tolerated. But I don't work in a normal company, and upper-management, while well aware of her quirks and tendencies, thinks its amusing. They don't seem to realize the effect she's having on the productivity and general happiness of the team.
This entry is actually a good example of the effect she has on me. I had every intention of writing as a therapy. I was hoping to coax myself into feeling clear of her negativity, but the fact is that i'm all-consumed at the moment. And I hate her for it...