Moving On Up

I can't sleep. I have too many thoughts running around inside my sick head. Let me go through them.

First of all, I am a very, very stressed person. I rarely speak of my daily stresses because of the fact that the computer, and more specifically my blog is my stress relief. It would be completely counter-productive. But the bad is on it's way out so I can talk about stuff now. And here we go. I hope you're in the mood to read.

Let's back up a bit. I started working at a popular pizza chain a little over a year ago. I very quickly gained much respect and admiration, because I'm the god damn man. Plus, I work my ass off. In very little time, I went from a 15 hour a week bit player to a 36-40 hour a week full time closing driver. That's the best money making spot in the store. There are 2 of these positions available. I was one, and the other was a woman named Angela. She started working there a couple months after me.

Basically, about 6 months after I began working there, an assistant manager spot opened up. At this point, I was already part of the 'management team'. I was someone who was to be respected, or else. So to make a long story short, I didn't get the assistant manager promotion. Angela did. Now, it is simply factual that I worked harder, faster, and better than Angela. Plus, I had seniority. Not to mention the fact she's a very, very weak woman who cries at random and who can't handle stress for shit. After this, by choice, I turned into a shitty employee. My hard work was rewarded with... nothing in the end.

But there's a plot twist here. How could someone who wasn't as fast, who didn't work as hard, and who was over all and very, very clearly not as good as me promoted over me? Because she's the manager's wife.

So I was fucked. My work level dropped big time, purposely. I requested less hours and started working 28 hours a week instead. I did this for about 2 months until yet another assistant manager quit. So I stepped it up big time. I started working like the fucking demigod I am, to prove that that shit was mine. I was nearly certain I was getting the spot this time.

So about 2 weeks ago, I come into work on a Monday and see a memo posted. There are two new mangers. Neither of them is me. One is someone who isn't even 18, and the other is someone who had been there for two months. Needless to say, I was in a state of fucking rage. On top of that, at the end of the memo it listed the revised management team. My name was not listed. I was never officially told I was off the team, or why.

So on Wednesday, I went straight to the fucking owner of my store and told him all of my problems and concerns. So, being the fucking greatest boss of all time that he is, he set me up with a MIT (manager in training) position at another store he owns that's just a little bit further than where I work now. So why did he do this?

Because he's the fucking man for one. Also, he's building another store. That store is about 2 minutes from my house versus 20 and 25 minutes for the others. I'm a driver, I don't know how to make pizza, and he wants me to get a lot of management experience so that I'll be the manager of that store. That means big fucking money.

I really don't know what I did to impress this man that much. I only work with him once a week I always work my ass off for him, and we have great conversations. I've saved his ass a few times, and I was the only driver to work through all three hurricanes, all of which he was there for. Yes, he owns the store and still works a couple days a week just to give the manager a break.

So here I am, extremely grateful that this guy is taking a big chance on me. But I'm a god damn genius, and I will excel as an assistant manager and in about 8 months, I will excel as a manager. Looks like I have a legitimate career going for myself, and I am damn happy about it. I just wish I didn't get so fucked over at a place I really, really enjoyed working. But it's in the past now, and now I'm going to get a chance to show that I'm a god damn managerial genius. And I'm quite happy about that.

Peace and carrots bitches.