Everything fell into place on Thursday.
Nine a.m., the department manager is telling various individuals to go upstairs to speak with the general manager. At first I reckon it's random, they're just telling people so they can get fired or chewed out. Turns out that I was half-right.
My turn came, I was the last, around quarter after one. The general manager told me that she had to ask for me to come up so no one would feel singled out. Apparently I'm golden, they want to clone me and leave me as a department unto myselves and then I heard what has been going on.
The president's daughter left processing and went into administration because she's the boss's daughter. Lots of the processors were hurt and felt betrayed that they were left behind with the department manager who is not well liked among the staff but since she's the general manager's sister everyone just keeps it on the down-low. Backstabbing and whispers about the president's daughter moving upstairs and leaving us with the department manager precipitated these meetings. Most people were chewed out for telling stories out of school and being bitches.
Thankfully I don't associate with anyone and keep to myself which, according to the general manager, is an asset. After having my ass kissed for about fifteen minutes, I went downstairs, idled around outside then finally went back to work.
Fortunately I'm not besides myself. The job is just a job, it's not anyone's life and it's here to pay the bills. This certainly helped my anxiety and reinforced something that I've been trying to teach myself. "The world doesn't revolve around me" despite my girth and mass.
As for the department manager, she's creepy but means well. I tolerate her and put on this show of being teacher's pet but Jesus Christ when I get home I want to scrub myself down with steel wool. Since I'm spivak, I'm not about to be bathing anytime soon. LOL.
That is the length and breadth of my day. I am disappointed that I didn't have one final dream to post here at heptapod.org.
