Escaping The Basket
Have you ever heard the saying 'more trouble than a basket of kittens'?
So you're a cat lover, huh? Well, I have some sorry news for you! Kittens in a basket are not safe and need constant care, least they escape and get into MORE trouble. And that, dear reader is how one felt at my last job. Trust me, I am safer out here than I was there...I am, you see, no longer a kitten. I'm a full grown kitty and quite capable of rescuing myself- thank you very much!
The drama that I walked into was a result of my desire to pay my bills on time. I would have never- if given a choice- walked into that basket with all those kittens otherwise. Especially that dominate kitten whom did not know professional boundaries. You'd think at sixty-one years of age she would have 'tempered' some; developed perhaps a professional personae? She turned out to be simply a louder, balder and saggier version of her promiscuous daughter. I know NO ONE is perfect, but usually they try to hide their misjudgements and stupidity at work- especially as the boss. She bloody brought hers to work and gave them jobs! Isn't the saying "live and learn"? I PRAY I have learned and earned enough knowledge that I do not behave in that manner at this age, let alone that one. I am doubly disappointed because I have known (and for several years prior, looked up to) this woman; as did my poor disillusioned boyfriend. He is toughing it out: he genuinely cares about the families and children he works with (as did I but he's been there longer).
Maybe I can encourage her to channel all that drama into a stage production of "Mommy Dearest". She certainly has the campiness down pat. I was floored by her accusations, threats and subsequent LACK of apologies. There is a flaw in everyone, mine is a lack of forgiveness if it is not solicited. I have heard from many mouths that she and her minions suffer daily due to my absence; while I have been truly enjoying my freedom. It's not schadenfreude, it's relief!
One promised the Father above that I would try harder to be understanding of all neuroses at my new job, if I was given a new job and a higher rate of pay. Kudos to me!
So you're a cat lover, huh? Well, I have some sorry news for you! Kittens in a basket are not safe and need constant care, least they escape and get into MORE trouble. And that, dear reader is how one felt at my last job. Trust me, I am safer out here than I was there...I am, you see, no longer a kitten. I'm a full grown kitty and quite capable of rescuing myself- thank you very much!
The drama that I walked into was a result of my desire to pay my bills on time. I would have never- if given a choice- walked into that basket with all those kittens otherwise. Especially that dominate kitten whom did not know professional boundaries. You'd think at sixty-one years of age she would have 'tempered' some; developed perhaps a professional personae? She turned out to be simply a louder, balder and saggier version of her promiscuous daughter. I know NO ONE is perfect, but usually they try to hide their misjudgements and stupidity at work- especially as the boss. She bloody brought hers to work and gave them jobs! Isn't the saying "live and learn"? I PRAY I have learned and earned enough knowledge that I do not behave in that manner at this age, let alone that one. I am doubly disappointed because I have known (and for several years prior, looked up to) this woman; as did my poor disillusioned boyfriend. He is toughing it out: he genuinely cares about the families and children he works with (as did I but he's been there longer).
Maybe I can encourage her to channel all that drama into a stage production of "Mommy Dearest". She certainly has the campiness down pat. I was floored by her accusations, threats and subsequent LACK of apologies. There is a flaw in everyone, mine is a lack of forgiveness if it is not solicited. I have heard from many mouths that she and her minions suffer daily due to my absence; while I have been truly enjoying my freedom. It's not schadenfreude, it's relief!
One promised the Father above that I would try harder to be understanding of all neuroses at my new job, if I was given a new job and a higher rate of pay. Kudos to me!
Labels: Bad jobs, drama queens, Unemployment
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