I’m so over this week. I’m done, done, done.
Boss got promoted to Executive Vice President today, but he’s been playing that role for months now. I just don’t like his smarmy ways - he’s super cocky and even gossipy and is still and will always be afraid of confrontation, so he tells me stuff in the privacy of a closed-door meeting and it’s clear that he expects something to be done about something he doesn’t like, so he makes me his messenger and executer of his wishes…
THEN. When the time comes for all of the big decisions to be made, and it all comes down to the stuff I’ve been fighting for on HIS behalf, his issue gets questioned and he looks at me like, GINGER…why did you do [XYZ] or say [ABC] and it makes ME look like the asshole when all along I was following HIS implied orders.
And the sneaky thing is, he does this in a way that he very well could deny everything if I called him out.
Grrrr. That motherfucker. I get all steamed up when I think about it. I don’t like him one bit. Fucking promotion.
Don’t even get me started on the CEO. She’s as bad as Boss. They are all smarmy and I totally understand why I remain lower in the ranks - it’s because I don’t play all of the bullshit moves that they do. I just look like an asshole half the time because they know how to manipulate the situations, and I really don’t.
I wish I could. But it’s just not a part of who I am. I don’t even know HOW to manipulate situations. I guess I’m just not smart enough to play this game.
And look. I don’t want to play the game. I mean, I guess I’ve done it well enough that I make a good salary and I’ve gotten myself into this leadership position within the company. Yes, I like the money, but it comes at an expense.
And that expense is a lack of passion for many of the things that I do. Not all. Just a lot.
So. Friday night. Home from work. Had a little dinner and then did a little (ok, a LOT) of retail therapy.
I know I said I wasn’t going to buy any new clothes until I knew I could fit into the cute stuff, but I have some holiday parties coming up and found some gorgeously embellished booties…and the an outrageously stunning faux fur coat (it’s getting cod out and the coat is nowhere near body-conscious (big and fluffy!), and then an incredible cowhide (hair on hide) tote that I had monogrammed. Oh, and then some adorable winter wear for little Martini dog who is freaking out that the weather is finally changing. Therefore, she needs new clothes! Oh, and she deserves them because she has a totally girlish figure.
So yeah, done with this week. Time for sleep. Maybe I’ll wake up a new person.
OH! I don’t want to forget to jot down the dream I had last night. It was a dream of this dude whom I only know on Instagram. He’s a young, local entrepreneur - very successful (and waaaaay too young for me) and leads an incredibly interesting life.
As I was internet sleuthing him, that Bumble jackhole who called me a “loser” for not dropping everything last Sunday night and meeting him out to “hang out” popped up as either one of his friends or colleagues or clients or something. Like, they know each other very well, for real.
Well, I dreamt that he (the young, cool businessman) pursued me and pretended to want to date me, and in my dream I got so excited about the whole thing…
As it turns out, he and the Bumble Jackass were TRICKING me and making fun of me and laughing at and about me. I was embarrassed and horrified in my dream and woke up so exhausted.
UGH. It’s been a week, folks. Like I said, I’m done.
Goodnight! So happy it’s the WEEKEND!
LOVE!
xo,
GS
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