Thunder Inside…

I know I’m normally this upbeat and happy chic on this blog but something has been eating at me for the past week or two…..


When I’m quiet there’s a thunder inside of me. That’s what my parents always said. “Something’s brewing inside of her mind, she’s way too quiet. The storm is coming.”

If something rubs me the wrong way…annoys me…disturbs me to the core I’ll hold onto it for a bit. It marinates inside of my mind and then I start planning, scheming and articulating my hit.  My mind won’t sleep until I have resolution for the problem. Scheduling begins mentally and I put things in motion step by step controlling each move.

When everything is in order, every T is crossed, the fluff is put away in the back of my mind, I then set the stage. Setting the stage is possibly dropping hints of what’s to come…putting ideas in others minds, using reverse psychology to get the others mindset to think it’s their idea. By using others, it gets the ball going. A plan comes together when there’s a team.

As my plan falls in line and the domino’s slowly fall into that beautiful curved path I see my perfect ending just the way I’d planned it.

In this case I’m talking about a particular lazy, self-centered, co-worker of mine. Warning after warning did nothing. Trying to watch their back and cover up their mistakes and teach them the right way did no good whatsoever. This person was fucking up everything in my department from shipping packages to the wrong clients, paying the wrong vendors, receiving in inventory that wasn’t physically there. Last week our inventory had more discrepancies than it ever has in the seven years I’ve been there. Don’t feel sorry for this person Puh-Lease. Their attitude is “Oh well, if they don’t like it they can fire me.” Such a horrible attitude. No pride and no work ethic. This person doesn’t have a “Give A Fuck” chip in their mindless brain.

It’s as if this person is immune to ever being held accountable for errors. This person is related to someone higher up in the company as well. Golden. Know anyone like that in your office? Their treated entirely different than the rest of us. Special treatment big time. Don’t get me wrong. I like this person outside of work but business is business. Your fucking up my department and it looks bad. I’m a winner and you’re not going to bring me down to your level. All this person cares about is FB, Twitter, IG, Snap Chat, etc. It’s anything to do with social media that they love. This is where all of their time is spent in the 7 – 8 hours they work. Shit, half the time this person clocks in on their phone before they even get into the office. That’s stealing to me. I hate a fucking thief. I especially hate that management doesn’t seem to care or do anything about it.

In a meeting with the owner of the company I work for he asked me what I thought we needed in the company to help us to grown and exceed our budget plan for the year. I was honored he asked me my opinion. That means something to me when I’m asked for my opinion. Soooo, I mentioned to the owner that this person would be perfect for our marketing department. We don’t have a marketing department but we need one. In this meeting, I could see a few of my co-workers rolling their eyes or staring at me as if I’d lost my mind. I continued with my pitch on how this person would be fantastic at a marketing role. We need someone that can give 8 hours a days to social media or marketing fliers for our products when we put something on sale or if we have something new we’re showcasing. I explained how great this person is with computers and by all means social media. She knows it better than anyone. That’s not a lie. She really does. She’s up on today’s latest technology.

The owner bought into it and this person is moving up front tomorrow! This lazy sack of shit will no longer be bringing my department down. This person can be up front’s problem now. Hot Damn I’m a fucking genius!

The owner keeps gloating that he’s getting the best of the best and how he doesn’t know how we’ll survive without this person. And I’m saying “I know, I’m going to miss ____ so much. I don’t know what I’m going to do without _____.” Meanwhile after he walks away my other co-workers and I are laughing and high fiving each other grinning uncontrollably.  Of course now they understand why I mentioned this in that meeting a few weeks ago. No, I wasn’t loosing my mind, in fact I knew exactly what the fuck I was doing.

Monday is going to be fucking fabulous! I’m actually ecstatic to go to work tomorrow…..I took my time and articulated the hit.

You get what you fucking give. That’s all I’m saying.







Was I Just Punk’d???

I left an interview today thinking, WTF…..

I applied with a very large equipment company a few weeks ago. After a phone interview and an assessment test I got a face to face interview today.

I studied the company history, product, services, locations, who owns the company, stocks, etc. I wore a  smoky grey pant suit with a button up white crisp shirt, black heels, pearls, everything was in check. I was prepped, confident, schooled, energetic and super pumped.

As I walked into the lobby I smelled smoke and noticed the walls were a dingy pale yellow. As I looked over to the right a woman approximately 60 years old was puffing away in her office while she read the paper. To the left was a white haired crusty burly bearded guy sitting in a cubicle smoking. I approached “Crusty” and introduced myself and explained I had an appointment at 11:30 with “Mr. ____”. He showed me into “Mr.’s” office and “Mr.” shook my hand and just stood there for a few minutes awkwardly staring at my chest.

Sigh….Keep in mind my button up shirt was very buttoned up and it wasn’t like my girls were popping out or the buttons were about to bust open. There was no fan blowing my hair in the wind like Beyonce. I was dressed extremely conservative and professional. As I sat down he began asking me about my work experience and telling me about a few positions he had available while making eye contact with me and then drifting his eyes to my crotch. I really wanted to say “What the fuck Dude? Are you a manager or what?” But, I didn’t. I just kept answering his questions or commenting on what he was explaining to me. I just kept thinking to myself “Does he not think I notice him looking at my lady lumps?” This is a manager over two locations and for a LARGE company.

As we got into the meat & potatoes of the interview he begins telling me I’d have a disadvantage in this type of business being a woman. My inner thoughts to myself at this point are Really? Seriously? We’re going there? I explained I’ve been in the equipment business for twenty two years and I’ve had my share of resistance in the biz by men and I can handle it. I explained that I was top salesman one year and I can explain to a customer how to rebuild their mast or give them torque spec’s and even instructions on how to install a timing belt on their equipment, etc.

He seemed impressed with my answers and responses but more impressed with my boobs and crotch. Ewwwwwww. The interview lasted a total of 35 minutes. When we said our goodbyes I bolted to the car and couldn’t wait to get home to shower. I felt dirty from the smoke and from him undressing me with his eyes.

Fuck, I’m not even that hot, was I being Punk’d? Where’s Ashton Kutcher? I hope this isn’t what I should expect on future interviews.Hoping this was just a warm up for me and there will be many more to come with professional management. But Hey! It gave me something to blog about right? Ha!