I wish you a Happy Saturday, my Lovelys. As for myself, I cannot say with all honesty that I am completely joyous on this day. Let me explain…
I took my test to be a Manager
Slut that sounds bad. I took my test to be a manager of Pizza Sluts on Thursday night. The man who administered it was the boss of Frenchie, and from what everyone has told me, this man is quite terrifying. Needless to say, I was slightly nervous.
If I had thought about it for even a moment, I would have realized that I had nothing to be nervous about. After all, who wouldn’t love me? I do my job, (and well, I might add) I don’t fuck around (too much) when I’m at work, and I am completely charming and wonderful (I know, that’s a little stretch.) Anyhoo, apparently this manager man agrees with me, because he seemed to be flirting with me (I think) and after I passed my test, he informed Frenchie that I “am a gem and I completely impressed him, and that Frenchie should not let my talents go to waste because I most certainly will run circles around any of the employees we currently have.” I’m not sure how he got all that from spending a half hour with me, but- I guess that’ll do.
After speaking with Frenchie a bit more, I was happy to find that he is daily amazed with my performance and my general awesomeness. He also let me know that in the future, if I wished to run my own store, that would be an option. I drove home with thoughts of a $40,000 income floating through my head. (Yes, to you it may not seem much, but it’s almost thrice what I’ve ever made.)
I got home elated that I had so impressed my managers, and let my Rockstar know what Frenchie had told me. Instead of a smile, a hug, and a “That’s great, Honey.” (or Snookums or some other term of endearment) I got, “Well, that’s totally not enough money to be worth running your own store.” Fuckin’ A.
I may have mentioned my Rockstar’s attitude in the past about my lack of funds. That has seemed to be the main problem he has with me, since I’m (not to be cocky) fabulous otherwise. So you would THINK that when I told him I had the possiblity of making as much as he does, he would no longer find any reason to poo-poo me.
What was I thinking? How dumb of me.
What is frustrating now is that everyone seems to completely love me at work, and for the last week, I have come home to almost no affection whatsoever. Is it too much to ask that my Rockstar be happy for me, or give me a hug when I get home? I think not.
I may be over-reacting here. (I wouldn’t know because I NEVER do that), but it seems to me that no matter what I do, it will never be good enough for him.
I would like to point out that I KNOW that I am good enough for ANYONE, and his making me feel otherwise is just shitty.
I am saddened to find myself in a very similiar situation to the one I was in with my ex-hubby. To quote Martina McBride- “Maybe it’s just time to walk away, if I’m trying to find a reason to stay.”