Haha! I wondered how I would share on tumblr that IM A MANAGER since I complain about it here so much and this is perfect.
My shift manager and I had a totally serious conversation tonight about how awesome it would be if I became assistant manager.
He doesn’t want me to be his boss though LOLOL
Id be third in charge. Id be like SCRUB THE FLOORS MIKE
Someone went on the 27th of September, the day after my birthday, and paid the remainder of my court fines, to release my license.
This is the most amazing thing, after tonight, when my shift manager told me that I wouldn’t be promoted without a license and vehicle.
I don’t know who did this, or why, but it is truly amazing. Apparently I have supporters, who I didn’t even know I had. This is fate telling me that this is meant to be. I’m meant to make decent money, care for my son ALONE, and be a goddamn boss.
My family and friends are truly amazing people. I love you all, even though you’ll never see this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Here’s to not fucking up any more than I already have. Apparently there’s a folder on our work computer, filled with every mistake I’ve made since I was told I’m a manager in training. They have ridiculously high standards.
Starting tomorrow, I will not make a single mistake. Will not be late. I will make those assholes proud. I want this promotion too damn bad. It’s the only way Xander and I can make it by ourselves.
We’ve officially been separated for about 2.5 weeks. We get along better as friends than we ever have. And so that is the way it will stay.
Xander’s upset, he cries for his dad and breaks my heart. So I push for them to spend time together.
But I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I make better decisions without him. I do not miss him. Its better this way, and I’m glad I finally realized it.
On the work front, I’m still waiting. It’s an irritating and stressful job. I’m tired. But life in general, is wonderful.
I’m content. For the moment :)
The most beautiful thing to wake up to;
is the realization of my own self-worth.
Not a stranger, in my bed.
Not you, on my doorstep hurling fists and words at me at 2:34am.
Knowing that I am precious enough to myself,
for that to just be, enough.
I can gift myself the courage to just walk away.