My manager who was giving me grief the other day has settled on being just rude, but whatever
The manager who spoke with me and fixed a bunch of stuff said she talked with her and it’s done and that’s all that matters
I don’t treat people how I feel about them usually
They have to do something to break my mask
The returns situation is just insane
I’m getting to the point that I hate returns again
They’re just constant and in the hundreds
The pile slowly growing around me
I can take rudeness
I can take the managers making announcements when I’m in the middle of dealing with customers and then giving me attitude when I didn’t hear them
I can take attitude
It was the implying that I didn’t work that broke me initially Monday
Having to keep dealing with customers while I was so fucking angry inside
Shit’s hit the fan so the one with a mouth on them is awake
I’m mild
Just, we are, generally
The swearing spitting thing doesn’t usually happen unless we’ve been pushed
And, probably? She, my manager, was surprised to meet a different me when she called me aside
I’m not me right now
There’s too much going on for me to be me
And, I feel them stir.
Throughout the day, beauty, empathy, things that make me, me
But I’m so not me
I’m so far out of sorts I don’t even know where sorts is
And there’s no one coming to save me from this life
This is it
We sing cute little love songs while stinging on the inside because they aren’t about us
They’re for someone else to relate to
I was expecting a savior
Except there isn’t one
Not in my story
So I have to start standing up for myself
And that’s probably going to get me in a lot of trouble
Because when you’re first learning to do something you don’t often think about when you’re supposed to do it and when not
You’re just trying to do it
I don’t know what I’m going to do
And, there is always someone
Someone who is one my side
Usually they’re unable to help in all the aspects I need
Thank god for my one manager
Who dresses like a freaking Queen and fills the role.
Amazing
But she’s so kind
At least I don’t have to be alone at work again without an ally
She gets my pronouns right and it makes me so happy
Just a sweet gal
She deserves the world
So many amazing people caught in this awful profession
I’m grateful for the allies I’ve had over the years
Is it fair to say it’s just not enough?
I wish I had someone I could talk to that isn’t my therapist
Exhausted
And not myself
Well I’m myself but I’m not the self that usually would be my self right now
It feels weird to be the calm one
We can’t afford to be emotional right now
It’s self preservation time
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