One of my managers said a while back that she didn’t know much about me. According to her, I haven’t been very open, so no one really knows the true “me”. After today, I can honestly say that this won’t be changing anytime soon. Why? It seems that every single time I try to open up and be friendly, it backfires and I end up nursing knife wounds between my shoulders. It happened more times than I can count at Wal-Mart. It happened at Krispy Kreme. It happened numerous times at Blimpie.
Today, it fucking happened at Costco.
It appears that one of my co-workers has A Problem With Me. As to what, I don’t know but she’s never been particularly nice to me at all. Even when she was working in clothing and I tried to help out, she’d treat me like dirt on the sole of her shoe. I tried to avoid her as much as possible.
The co-worker in question? It’s Wiesia. You might remember her as the one who got chosen for that full time Member Service position. You might also remember that I wasn’t too thrilled about it. Well, here’s why.
She pretty much spent the majority of the day treating me like dirt. It was so bad that one of my co-workers noticed and said that I didn’t deserve it. I said I was okay, that it had just been a cruddy day. Truthfully, I wanted to cry but I refused. I don’t give people like that the satisfaction.
It didn’t help matters that one of the radios was playing Green Day’s “Time of Your Life” while I was doing one of the walks. That song always brings me to the verge of tears. Blame that on BotCon. For reasons.
As you can imagine, it was a tremendously long day. All I wanted to do was go straight home. But I managed to get through this, somehow. The fact that I have a three day weekend coming up helped. Oh, and I won’t be seeing Wiesia for the next couple of days, which is a plus. Unfortunately, I’ve gotten extra hours tomorrow. I really don’t want to go in early. Were it up to me, I’d stay home. I’d rather spend time with the computer right now. At least it treats me decently.
As for Wiesia, I’m not going to spend too much time being upset. I’ve dealt with this sort of thing before. Give her enough leeway–and enough metaphorical rope–and she’ll hang herself. It’s just a matter of time.