A Note to the Universe
Sunday night was cute. 10 minutes from home, having driven 1200 km from our vacation in Vancouver, a truck rear-ends the car and mashes the back to shit. Your sense of humour is warped, but seeing as how no one was injured, I too can appreciate the utter ridiculousness of the situation.
The reason why I’m writing is this: seeing as how I’ve handled this situation with much calm assertiveness (hi Cesar!), could you maybe sort out my douchebag boss situation? I was happy for a while, but now I’m pretty much done with the whole thing. No matter how much I like the atmosphere and the other people, having a boss who nitpicks every goddamn thing I do just isn’t going to work. He has sucked the fun out of life, and I stand by my original assessment that he hates life. He’s determined to be the guy who constantly points out other people’s faults in order to prop up his flimsy self-confidence.
Don’t get me wrong, the new office, the shiny computer, and the corporate card were all very nice perks that made me feel rather important. However, when someone is on a mission to cut you down a few pegs, even when your whole day is dedicated to assisting said person, the perks don’t quite cut it. I will gladly take similar perks, if you can just find me someone to work for who is calm and pleasant to be around. I want peace and balance, instead of retreating to a bathroom stall every hour to silently scream my head off.
I don’t know whether the future will take me to Vancouver, but I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to relocating there. In fact, that would be yet another lovely perk to add the peaceful and balanced work environment. So, thanks in advance, I’m looking forward to seeing the awesome you have in store for me.
Personally, I think relocating to Calgary is the answer. Ah ha! Bet you hadn’t considered that. We would so tear it up. Plus – closer to Van & far enough from E-town that there’s no surprise visits from anyone. I’m just sayin’…AND, it doesn’t rain 9 months of the year here!
That’s my two cents. Vancouver always gets the cool people.
Calgary would be blackened pile of rubble by the time we were done with it. People would crawling out of the ashes, asking what the hell happened. We happened, bitches. That’s right. We showed up and the whole city didn’t know what the HELL to do.
I really don’t think I’m moving for a while, though, if I even decide to move. I’d have to be getting some real lucrative Indecent Proposal to pull up stakes and take off at this point.