The news was not good.
My branch is closing. My manager is being demoted. I get to keep my job, but I have a new "don't like her that much and I've known her for about 5 minutes" manager and a longer commute. I'm beginning to think that someone has a voodoo doll out there with a picture of my head attached.
I think I'm a pretty good person. I help old ladies cross the street (yep, sure do!), I treat those people who deserve it with respect and I bathe regularly. I don't know where I went wrong or what has happened that everything I have touched in the last 5 years or so seems to turn to shit.
But it's not all bad. I've gotten some fantastic new friends out of the deal, friends who I now don't know what I would do without.
It's puzzling.
With that said, I'm making a list of things to bring with me on my big girl business trip to Atlanta, GA. I'm going to training, you see. That's right. SO BIG! My step mother has taken to calling me "The Executive." If only my salary, mode of transportation, apartment OR wardrobe reflected the title, I would be ecstatic.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: It sure is HARD being me.
It's not easy, that's for sure.
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Have fun in Atlanta. Practice your terriblly fake Southern accent.
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