Dave moves to Michigan in 2.5 weeks.
I was planning on staying in Logan because I love my job
(aaaand I went crazy last summer with nothing to do).
But...
Last week I was moved from my fantastic admin job
to be the receptionist.
And I hate it.
HATE. IT.
And if you know me at all,
you know I have a hard time hiding my true feelings.
So I've been openly
mad
ornery
sad
bitter
hurt
and just all-together unpleasant about it.
While complaining to a co-worker, a girl came in for an interview.
She overheard some of my ramblings and, after the co-worker left,
said very quietly and sweetly,
"At least you don't work at Arby's."
She does.
Brick to the forehead.
I may not have my dream job,
but they didn't dock my pay when they made me the receptionist,
they still treat me like a part of the executive staff,
and I get free lunch every Tuesday.
And I don't work at Arby's.
Bright side acknowledged.
It's still hart to be saying goodbye to Dave,
but I really was so lonely and unhappy last summer.
This summer:
I'll be living with a girlfriend whose husband will also be gone,
I'll be able to spend lots of time with my family,
and hopefully take a couple of amazing trips
(Brazil?? Please Dave?? Vanessa, come with me!!)!
So I'm trying to be more pleasant at work.
I'm grateful to have a job when so many don't.
Even if it means being the receptionist
when I am capable of so much more.
I'll just have to be the best damn receptionist around!!
P.S. My apologies for the language.
Since losing my admin job,
I've been throwing a lot of damn's and hell's around... :)
