In the past few weeks of my unbridled stress and perseverance to find additional work, I completely passed over the little matter of the assistant manager that's hardly even made a ping on my radar. Had I been working more than once a week, I might've paid the matter more concern.
Three weeks ago the district manager opted to play swip swap with assistant managers from my Store and another Store. I found out on the the assistant manager's actual last day. A "goodbye" card was pushed into my hands with a pen, so I signed my name and wrote: "May the wind always be at your back." It was all I could really come up with regarding a person who has made most of my management experience a constant uphill chore.
A cake was brought in. I didn't have any as usual. I ignored the assistant manager the entire day and walked out at the end of my shift with not even a backwards glance. So with that, another chapter in my tenure with the Company is closed. During the morning meeting when the news was publicized, there were a few tears. None were from me though. When it comes to the store, my feelings are as cold and dead as Marley's ghost.
In the following week during the snafu over the snowfall I met the new assistant. My opinion? I have no opinion. I have never felt so utterly detached from anything as I have at this point. Even when I was scraping soggy rotten french fries and cigarette butts out of a washing station back in my fast food days I wasn't in as much lament for my career as I am now.
I'm glad to have a backup plan now. I would've preferred to get it going a little sooner than what it's turned out to be, but I still do believe that things happen for a reason. My pain and suffering is leading up to something which I hope will be insight. But now that I have a new place to earn my keep in the morning, I am refusing to ever answer my phone when someone from the Store calls. The camel's back is broken, and it's hemorrhaging in gallons. For what I've given, I've reaped very little.
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