I love my family and my friends. I also love having a guest post available for those weekends when family and friends come to visit.
When I married Randy he brought along a crowd of rowdy, insane, funny and accepting people with him. The crowd is growing as the younger ones have been breeding, so it keeps getting better and louder.
I come from people who don’t do well in crowds. I love people, I just don’t want to be around them most of the time. When my side of the family plans an event, everyone knows about it months in advance and that gives me time to prepare for being in a group. Randy’s family…they can get together at a moment’s notice and call it a goddamn party.
We have 7 people staying with us this weekend. Including one of the grandkids and the newest member, our 5 month old grandnephew. Five of the seven people came a day early.
I’m not complaining too much about it, other than I spent my Friday evening scrubbing out a toilet that is exclusively used by a teenage boy. My plans of cleaning Saturday morning were changed to cleaning while drinking tequila.
Actually, it was totally worth the laughs we had last night. Like I said, I love my friends and family.
The rest of the weekend is going to go by in a blur, so I am going to leave you in the hands of Linda Sabourin who talks about bad bosses and ebay.
Irony is one of my favorite things in the world. Silly little things like shipping an old keyboard in a laptop box – or selling sea shells to someone who lives on an island – those things make me giggle. It’s a slightly demented, almost evil kinda sound, but it’s still a giggle.
I sell stuff on Ebay, by the way. Just in case you wonder why I am sending out old keyboards and sea shells.
Anyway, being an Ebay seller means I am my own boss. Ironically, I am my own boss at a time in my life when I am best suited to deal with a boss. I gotta tell ya – I have known some real winners!
When I was in my twenties I worked for this woman who really struggled with her hormones every month. I got emotional when I had PMS – this lady grew horns and fangs. She was scary – especially when she was standing in the middle of the warehouse screaming “HOW COULD YOU BE SO FUCKING STUPID?!” Holy crap she scared the shit out of me! I cringed, I shook, sometimes I cried – and that was just when I looked at the calendar! I have no idea why I stayed at that job, why I went through that every month. I don’t think it ever even occurred to me to quit – I just hunkered down and waited for it to be over.
Fast forward a few years and I worked for a guy who literally chased me around the conference table – while telling me in great detail WHY I would be so happy if I let him catch me. Thanks but no thanks. I got out of that job pretty quick but again, for some reason back then I thought those were my only two options – take it or leave it. I guess I was starting to grow, since at least I had added “leave” to my options, but what I really wanted was to keep the job without the fringe benefits.
Moving along to Door Number Three . . . Have you ever noticed the real prize is usually behind Door Number Three? She was a prize, all right. She took credit for my work, she was condescending to those she called the “lesser employees”, and she picked her nose.
Nope – I am not making that up. I even walked in on her once and caught her eating it. Aren’t we supposed to stop that at about age five?
I handled that situation by being rude, combative, and so stressed out that my stomach turned into a concrete block every morning when I pulled into the parking lot. I also drank a lot of wine when I went home at night.
I went over her head every time I disagreed with her. I had lost all respect for her – and my attitude toward her reflected that. It was like something you see in a B movie that makes you shake your head because nobody would ever act like that in real life. Wanna bet?
The day I gave my notice, I am pretty sure I heard her dancing on her desk as I walked down the hallway. Later that day I think I heard her crying, just before she called me into her office and offered me more money to stay. I politely declined. I know for certain I heard her cheering as I walked away that time. But that’s OK – I was cheering too.
From there I moved halfway across the country and eventually ended up selling vintage items (aka old junk) on Ebay. Working for myself, by myself, in my living room, Usually I have clothes on but I don’t always comb my hair. And I talk to people online a LOT more than I do in person. That makes life easier for everyone. While it’s true that people will say things online they would never say face to face, I think people also tend to overlook a lot more. If nothing else, it’s easier to pretend you didn’t see it! Or that the cat accidentally deleted it.
But back to the irony . . . I am now at an age where I am more tolerant of other people’s shortcomings and more respectful of our differences. I certainly have a lot more self-respect, I have finally learned a little tact, and I have made enough mistakes to be a bit more forgiving (my skeletons are probably bigger than yours). I think if I were to go back in time to any of those situations, I would handle it much better. Employee-employer relationships have a lot in common with other relationships; you make unacceptable behavior acceptable by accepting it. I think I would probably be a much better employee now, both in my own actions and in what I would accept. Also, we have the internet now so I could tweet and facebook about it. That helps every situation, right?
So yeah, I find it ironic that I finally get to a point where I am a kickass employee . . . and the only one who gets to benefit from it is ME.
And I’m a great boss too. I seldom scream at myself, I never chase myself, and I have never once caught myself picking my nose! I like to think that if I ever did, I would calmly suggest that there might be a 12-step program for that.
Or maybe I would just tweet about it.
Linda Sabourin lives in Arkansas with her brother and their cats. After many years in accounting, she now makes her not-exactly-a-fortune by selling vintage stuff on Ebay. She is the author of several stories for Chicken Soup and hopes to be the author of more. She has given up on the idea of ever writing an entire book although she has started a few. You can find her on Twitter as @ChancesFavor, where she annoys her followers with Ebay listings, cat pics, opinions, random thoughts, and the occasional insane rant. Her motto is “Keep going. Life gets better.”