Better days have finally come

This post is brought to you by The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho which is about a man who must have been a Journey fan because he didn't stop believing.

I have some new for you guys that has been a long time coming. I finally have a job!!! I've been working here for about 2 1/2 weeks and I am loving it so far. I don't want to say the name of the company, but it deals with architecture and design. The people are really nice and I already have an office crush.

I am the executive assistant to the company president and most of the time he isn't around, so a lot of the time I just hang around waiting for people to give me work to do. Of course, I'm not dumb enough to look like I'm bored. I know how to keep myself busy with more entertaining things.

I've decided to start writing a new thing in my blogs about my experiences at the bus stops because you know weird stuff likes to go down there.

Tuesday at the Bus stop: I was waiting for my bus to go home when a man decided to ask me questions about my personal life. He wasn't at all atractive and he had a little boy with him who was very chubby and dragging along a red scooter. The man starting mumbling in my direction and I happened to catch him. Where I went wrong was asking him if he was speaking to me. He asked me if I was married, to which I replied "No." Then he asked me if I was in a relationship, did I have a boyfriend and I answered him the same way. I asked him why he was asking me these things and he said, "you are an attractive woman and I want to have a conversation with you." He proceeded to ask me if I lived around here (Downtown Newark). For some reason, I answered him truthfully and luckily, within seconds, my bus came and I jumped on it as quickly as I could. I could hear the man say in the background, "I hope I see you around" to which I replied," yeah, uh huh".

Wednesday at the bus stop: I don't know whether to call this story ridiculously ghetto of exceptionally inspiring. I saw an older woman in a wheelchair who was fairly pretty, but you could tell that she may have been in an accident. Her arms and legs were burned and she could barely move. Her hair was done very nicely, long loose curls most likely a weave (not judging, just observing). She was wearing a pretty yellow dress with a white cardigan and pair of shiny, pointed toe, high healed shoes. The Negative Nancy in me was thinking, "where the hell does she think she's going in them heals?" Then reason and sensitivity came over me and made me think, "She probably wants to keep her confidence high by making sure she is dressed nicely." She reminded me a little of Claire Huxtable when she hurt her foot before she had to go to some fancy shindig and went wearing a lovely outfit and walked with a cane. Go 'head girl!!!

Breathe In , Breathe Out

Today... was a day. Today was an interesting day. Today is a day that I would not like to repeat. I still have chills just thinking about what happened today.

I pretty much let my boss know that she shouldn't expect me to stay much longer. That's bad, right?

I don't feel right writing about this, but I will rip it off like a band aid.

I asked my boss why I hadn't had my 2 year evaluation yet and she looked at my like I was crazy. She avoided me for about an hour after that and then we had a talk in her office. Apparently I (1) should have told her sooner about my 2 years being up, (2) have been giving her an attitude lately and (3) I'm not working hard enough in the morning.
Well in my defense, I don't feel right going up to my boss and asking her for my raise just like that. I find it rude and annoying. my attitude is completely justified because I've been working there for 2 years and I never talk or ask for anything. I do everything that is asked of me and I don't go complaining every second when I'm not happy about something. As for that nonsense about not doing more in the early morning, first off, it was just today, second, that parent who complained is a jack ass and third, who the hell hires an overweight 66 year old woman who gets sick all of the time to watch children?

If I were MG or RA, those things would be overlooked because they are the golden children. They can get away with murder. Tell me why I had to help out in MG's classroom when she had less than 20 kids and there were 4 teachers in there, mind you, ration is 1 teacher to 10 kids. Maybe it's because MG wants to roam around the facility doing whatever the f*** she wants with her a$$ crack sticking out of her pants. I hope her arse crack gave a good impression to the woman who came to evaluated the classroom today.

I "shocked" my boss when I asked her if someone was going to relieve me so that I could take my break when the evaluation lady was here. According to boss lady, I said it with a really bad attitude and I shouldn't have let eval. lady hear. I don't see how volume coincides with attitude, but whatever.

The thing that sucks donkey balls is that I feel bad that I might have hurt my boss's feelings. I feel bad that even though I am totally justified, I may have hurt someone's feelings. Now I am sitting at home with all of this rage + sadness + guilt + 25 years of being the little sister (I'm watching Fred Claus and it's really hitting home), and I have no one here to take my side and make me feel better.

Anyway, I told my boss that I am feeling pressure from my family and myself about doing something with myself and leaving my job. I know that I should not have said that to her, but I couldn't help myself. I felt like I was in a therapy session talking about my feelings and I teared up, a little. Even though I feel bad about this (which I really shouldn't) I know that this was a long time coming and I never should have taken that job in the first damn place.

At least I'm finally getting my f***ing raise.