one of my employees came up to me and said they didn't realise how nice I was despite my gruff exterior. they didn't know how hard I work and make things easy for them and that I do listen to their issues and try my best to help them in my capacity. I told her don't act so grateful and get out of my office. she said thanks and left. I overhear her telling the others to get to it if we want to do well and make the developers conference next year and hit our goals for the next quarter. I got an option for a script review for one of the books published coming up next week and working on it. everyone is excited because I have a good feeling it will do well. they're starting to notice my good feelings about projects always pay off. I don't get it. people assume I'm some mean person and don't care until they finally put the pieces together when the chips are down and see I mean well. I'm not much for being nice anymore because in the past folks always abused it and walked on me. but they starting to see how much I sacrifice much of myself to help them even if it's behind the scenes. I don't do it for a thank you though it would be nice sometimes to be told. I gave up on compliments because I'm not used to getting them. some of the others aren't as grateful and think I'm a mean bitch but I don't care. yeah it sucks to be around them but they are brilliant though I want to punch them in the neck. I wish my damn therapist would see I'm not some monster like he thinks I am. but his mind is made up about me and I got nothing else to do with him. it pisses me off to no end. but he's a judgemental bastard and nothing I can do about it. him and the psych are alike. I don't trust men. they just want to fix things and go about their way.