May 4, 2011

P3 Project: Day 46 of 1400 - Dirty Laundry and Coming Clean

It's amazing how fast the world changes. One minute you're just a nobody, working at your job as the third line of defense, and suddenly, the guys in first is gone, and the guy in second doesn't really want to step up. Which makes you the guy. That in and of itself is a helluva step up and promises to be a large promotion.

However, the best laid plans of mice and men, often explode in our faces.

Not to mention that the wicked witch of the Midwest made it her mission in life to make mine miserable.

Eh, you win some, you lose some...

So I arrived to work Monday on the heels of one of the best weekends that I've had in quite a while not to mention the news that Usama bin Laden had been killed in a compound in Pakistan and to be quite honest, I was in an excellent mood. Then I got to work and headed out to my first task of the day and while out, I get a text from the C.E.O of the place I work at. (It's a small company so it's not exactly an uncommon thing to get texts from the owner and C.E.O.) The text was elegant and frightening in its simplicity: Call me.

Now, I don't think I need to tell you that when the guy who signs your checks (literally) tells you to call him, you tend to not hesitate.

Well, I called him to be informed that my direct supervisor was no longer with the company. Now, the details won't be mentioned here as they're not important to the story but it boiled down to a great deal of more responsibility for me. Now, I have no problem with more responsibility but I was already unhappy with the amount of money that I was making and so I inwardly groaned at the thought of longer hours and no extra compensation.

Then, before I could even ask, I was informed that I'd be getting a raise. It wasn't said, but it was implied that it would be more than enough to keep me happy for the foreseeable future. Whether or not that's true remains to be seen but I'm a sucker for having faith in people. Meanwhile, in Hell...

I come home that night, the world a different place than when I had left to find that the DSL problem had been resolved (woot, no more dropped COD connections) and that the only person who was home was my stepmother. Well, we had been getting along (as best we can) and she immediately launched into this tirade about me shirking my responsibilities to the house. Now, in her defense, I hadn't paid my rent for this month yet as I was in the process of trying to clean up some other issues as well as save some money for her Mother's Day gift (which makes the next part classic) and she demanded that I pay her. All I had left to my name at that time, after buying my car and paying for insurance wasn't enough to cover what she wanted. Long story short, we got into it and she attempted afterward to try to "befriend" me by making a joke (at my expense, a great way to make me not pissed off with you, right?) and I told her then that I was giving my thirty day notice to my "landlord." The day didn't get any better after she left (to go to Bingo... wonder where she got that money from?) and I watched The King's Speech with my Dad. That turned out to be a two hour long conversation about how it's okay for her to be the way she is, but I'm not allowed to do any of the same things like mention things that have been done it the past as a reference for why I won't do things in the future.

We got nowhere and we're not going to get anywhere as he basically answered ultimately with the phrase, "That's just the way Sandy is..." Which, for the record is a bullshit excuse but I digress.

So now, timetables are being moved up which almost never bodes well for me but one thing is certain:

Before I leave, I'll air my dirty laundry and for some, it'll be time to come clean.


  1. Nice... so that makes me wonder... when we saw your supervisor at the gas station did he already know that he was out of a job?

  2. I'm not sure but it would stand to reason that he may have had an idea.