Since I'm going on my 24th hour of sleeplessness, and have been told by my dear, dear friends that the blogs in our social circle need to be more frequently updated, I figured I'd do that now as I wait for the Melatonin & Sleep Aid to kick in...so...Hello, all of you loverly readers in the blogesphere! Long time no write, and for that, I apologize.
Rather than taking what little working brain cells I have left & attempting to convert them into eloquent prose, I'm devoting this blog to a catch-up of all things Missy, in case any of y'all were wondering...can't see why anyone would, but, if you will allow me a few paragraphs of narcissistic indulgence, I shall pretend that the occurrences of my life provide entertainment to someone other than myself and God, who, I have no doubt, gets much enjoyment from some of the more ridiculous situations I get myself into. Honestly, I sometimes think I need my own sitcom on Nickelodeon or something..."Missy Explains It All"...or, rather, "Missy Attempts to Explain the Few Things She Does Know, But in the Process, Gets Herself into Generally Unfavorable Situations"...sounds like a hit. I'll start writing the pilot...in the mean time, back to what I originally said I'd write about....ME! LET THE NARCISSISM BEGIN!
Chapter 1: The Heroes, The Text, & The Supervisor
It was an uncharacteristically chilly September afternoon in the city of Bakersfield, as Missy nestled under the warm, down comforter of her parents' roomy bed in hopes to catch up on the past two weeks' episodes of Heroes that she had Tivo'd. Little did she know that she was about to receive a text that would change her life forever! (I'm trying to make this sound more epic & exciting than it really was, but seeing the word "text" in this past sentence brings the epicnosity down about 12 notches...I curse the emotionless cesspool of disconnection that belongs to our current generation...anywho...) You see, Missy had reluctantly applied for the recent opening in Supervisor position at her workplace (reluctantly because she really had no desire to work there any longer & figured a promotion may be the push she needed to keep the motivation going), and was one of only two workers who had applied. The other applicant was a fine young man, but had nearly a year's worth of experience less than Missy and was, admittedly, not as hard of a worker as Missy.
Unbeknownst to Missy, that day that she decided to snuggle down and get her Heroes on, would be the day of reckoning in the reality show finale that was THE SUPERVISOR.
Rather than receiving a rose & proposal, a call to the boardroom, or any type of notification from her management, Missy, who, at the time, was only getting scheduled one day a week at work, received a text message from a coworker/friend informing her that the other gentlemen had gotten the promotion.
This did not fly well with Missy, for although she felt no personal resentment towards the young man who was promoted over her, she did feel a large amount of disappointment in the choices made by her Manager. For you see, Missy had spent nearly a year and a half working her derriere off for this company, earning Employee of the Month, receiving written and verbal accolades from happy customers about her specific services, & proving time and again, through the countless times she had been left in charge or assigned supervisor shifts, that she was capable of the responsibilities of Supervisor; however, this did not seem to be enough for her new GM who based his decision on a mere glance at her less than ideal availability for scheduling during her school terms.
As these thoughts and complaints that had spent the last 17 months festering within the vaults of Missy's subconscious came spilling out like crashing waves of water from a burst dam, she was suddenly met with a sense of ease and a brilliant idea: she would finally quit her job.
It all seemed so simple. This was the answer to her recent & constant questioning in prayer of whether or not she should leave this company. As Allison Janney once eloquently stated, "Somebody else is going to find a precious blessing from Jesus in this garbage dump of a situation." Turns out, ironically enough, that Missy would in fact be the one to receive the blessing in this situation, as she would finally have her prayers answered and be able to leave the hellish conditions of the workplace to which she had so long been committed.
To say that the day she put in her two weeks notice at work was a happy one for Missy would be a gross understatement. She was ECSTATIC! Gene Kelly, "Singin' in the Rain"-status ecstatic! Never had she been so overcome with the desire to leap upon the nearest park car and sing from her heart the wise words of Monsieur's Darryl Hall & John Oates, "YOU MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE!"
Thus ends the tale of Missy's long and laborious plight through the minimum wage jungle of her previous job. Although the ending may seem bittersweet, as she continues to walk the long, hard streets of unemployment, to Missy, all has turned out for the better. She found the freedom and free time granted to her from her Edwardian Exodus was absolutely worth it, and was even able to find a meager means of money making by helping her parents out around the house and securing a position as Properties Mistress for CSUB's Theatre Department. So, as Stephen Schwartz so eloquently mused, "Yes! It's all for the best!"
Alright, that's the end of my first chapter of catch-up. The sleep aids are starting to kick in, so I'll get back to y'all after a bout of, what I hope will be, golden slumbers. Guten tacht (tag/nacht, since I'm sleeping in the daytime. Clever, I know.) all!
mjl.
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