Forever And A Day

I know, I know, it’s been forever and a day since I’ve blogged, posted Mullet Monday or Hump Day Shenanigan’s. I do have a good excuse though…hopefully you’ll understand loves?

I’ll start at the beginning….

A few weeks ago the owner of the company I work for lost it. He screamed at another manager in front of six other employees and it was completely uncalled for. He belittled her and used some pretty rough language. It humiliated her and every single person in that room was offended. All she could do was walk outside and cry after being put down and ridiculed. We all wanted to follow him up front and confront him but we all needed our jobs, paychecks, etc. We were too afraid to speak up.

An hour went by and one of our competitors called me directly and asked if I would be interested in a job opportunity with their company. I said “Absolutely” and gave her my cell # and told her the best time to reach me as I was at work of course. Later that evening she did a brief phone interview with me and then set up the face to face the following week. I met two men at a downtown hotel lobby and was interviewed for about an hour and a half. When I walked back to my car I had a sense of comfort. Normally I’m really nervous, anxious, and super stressed when it comes to interviews. I hadn’t had one in over a year. But, these two guys made me feel really comfortable and I could be myself. Nope, not the Lennon you all know, I didn’t drop F bombs or anything. Ha!

The very next day I got a call back that they wanted me to come by their facility to take a tour and a second interview. As I pulled into the parking lot I was intimidated immediately by the size of the building, the tall windows, the large amount of equipment surrounding the parking lot and the back area. I dabbed on some lipstick and made sure that my crisp white collar was straight along with my pencil skirt straightened and grabbed my notepad and folder and walked up the steps to the front glass doors. As I opened the doors and walked into the receptionist area and announced I was there she led me through a large open room that looked like how I imagine a Wall Street office would look. Some employees were sitting while conversing on phones and some were standing and pacing talking on headsets. I was introduced to the director of operations and offered a cup of coffee, juice or water and declined as he said “Have a seat Lennon.” He began asking the same questions as the other two guys and giving me what if scenarios and how would you handle the situations? I replied with directness, knowledge, and candidness. The director showed no emotion as I kept eye contact the entire time. He took me on a tour after the interrogation and I was extremely impressed.

As he walked me out to my car and shook my hand and told me to have a great day….I slid into the driver’s seat, fastened my seat belt, took the top down and blasted Earth Wind & Fire as I drove home wondering if I would get the offer. I couldn’t read the director. Normally I can read people very well but this one, he was tough. I decided to enjoy the sunshine that day since I was off so I flopped onto my float in the pool with a frozen drink and listened to music I felt at peace. Great if I hear back and get the offer and if I don’t, I have a job working for a mother fucker. Either way, I have a job.

The next morning I received a written offer via e-mail and I was elated. They offered me $20,000 more thousand dollars than I’m making now and I had no clue that I was worth that much. I kept re-reading it to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. Listen up loves, Lennon has no college degree and only has work experience and knowledge of the business so needless to say, I happily accepted.

I turned in my two week notice and the owner was quite the dick about the whole thing. I worked out my two week notice even though he treated me like shit the entire two weeks that I trained three people how to do my job. The reason I stayed and worked it out was because I felt bad for the people having to take on my responsibilities. I cried my eyes out on my last day saying goodbye to my dysfunctional work family. I had worked with these people for ten years. But, I’m excited to say after my first week at the new much larger company that I know without a doubt I made the right decision. Being the warehouse manager at this company is less responsibility than I had at my previous job but I’m over more employees. So far it’s been wonderful.

Want to hear the best part of this? Remember the manager that got screamed at and cussed out in front of a bunch of people? Well, I got her a job there too and she starts next week. Yippy Ki Yay Mother Fucker! Now you’ve lost two dedicated people because of your egotistical arrogant self centered ways. Chew on that douche bag.

Anyway, with the transitioning of me training three employees before I left and starting a new career adventure I’m off my blog game. I’m really behind with everything in my personal life. Hoping you can forgive me?

I should be back on schedule with Mullet Monday and Hump Day Shenanigan’s this week 🙂

XO – Lennon

Catching Up

Hey Loves,

It’s been a while since I’ve posted about what’s going on in my little world so thought it was overdue. Not that any of you are that interested in my daily situations but this is my journal of sorts as well so it’s good to write out your feelings right?

Let’s see….we went to a Billy Joel concert last weekend and he was incredible. He played all of his hits like Uptown Girl, Allentown, She’s Got A Way, Just The Way You Are, Movin’ Out, My Life, Pressure, It’s Still Rockin’ Roll To Me, Piano Man, NY State Of Mind and so much more. Because he was playing at the Braves Stadium here in Atlanta he also played a few songs by Georgia artists like “I Feel Good” by James Brown, Midnight Train To Georgia by Gladys & The Pips”. He brought out one of his roadies and the roadie sang Highway To Hell by ACDC while Billy Joel played guitar. It was fantastic. A young lady sitting next to me had a lot to drink so she puked all over the person in front of her and some of it landed on my feet as well. Ick. I didn’t let it ruin my fun though, I kept dancing and singing along. Of course after I cleaned off my shoes. Ha.

I finally made an appointment with a shrink about my anger issues at work and how I am out of control with my RMS. (Restless Mouth Syndrome) – For those of you that aren’t familiar with my made up diagnosis that’s when you get so angry that shit flies out of your mouth. That’s one of my symptoms, the others are my heart racing and feeling it’s about to jump out of my chest, breaking out in hives, turning very red when I’m angry and breathing rapidly and ready to throat punch someone.

When I went into the appointment he asked the basic questions why am I there and I explained and gave examples of situations where I had lost control (no, I didn’t hit anyone) but I did ask a guy if his balls were the size of a tic tack and that he needed to grow some. Then he asked if I was suicidal or homicidal and I said no, not at all. He then told me that I should go home and watch some youtube videos of how Obama handled confrontation in press conferences and such. He also recommended a book as well. I asked how is that going to help with my heart pounding so fast and my hives etc? He said I would work that out if I watch Obama and read the book.

Needless to say, that was a waste of time. Sure, I voted for Obama and I think he speaks very well other than the Um’s he would consistently say in between his speeches but he is a class act and knew how to handle himself. But, I need a happy pill or a calming pill. I truly think I have anxiety and need something. I do for the most part TRY very hard to remain calm and to hold things in but as they say the struggle is very real.

Friday afternoon, I had an appointment with my primary care doctor to see if he could prescribe something or advise me on what to do. Before I left for the Dr. appointment there was an incident at work where the owner screamed at another manager in front of several people. He yelled “You need to learn how to fucking communicate. Send someone now and learn to do your fucking job!” There are five of us in an open room with desks and there were a few others in there at the counters and I was actually on the phone with a client while this was going on. The owner stormed out of the room papers flying everywhere as he waved his arms like a fucking bird mumbling under his breath. It took everything in me not to follow him and confront him but I need my job desperately as I have bills to pay. How dare him speak to anyone like that? No one deserves to be spoken to in that manner and in front of her staff. She ran outside humiliated crying. I went after her and told her to just take a deep breath and that he was wrong to treat her that way.

By the time I got to my Dr.’s appointment I was red with hives and my heart was racing. My BP was higher than it’s ever been. I’ve never had high BP ever. The Dr. prescribed a generic version of cymbalta which is called duloxetine. Let’s hope it helps. I took it yesterday morning and this morning. Side effects so far are cold all the time, loss of appetite, extremely tired. That’s about it. I can handle those, not bad at all. Let’s just hope I don’t lose it on Monday when the owner acts like nothing ever happened and tries to act like we’re all friends again.

I hope all of you have a fantastic Sunday and thanks for stopping by. 🙂

 

 

 

Southern Sunday’s

Hey Loves, It’s been four days since I’ve been back from vacation and let me tell you, it’s been non stop since I got back to work. I’m still playing catch up on laundry, blogs, grocery list, and much much more. I’m happy to be back in the living of WP again and I’m shocked to see that I’m over 500 bloggers just this week. Thank you to all that read this blog, I can’t tell you how much it amazes me that people actually read these posts. I’ve enjoyed getting to know all of you and look forward to your comments, likes and your posts as well. With that being said, on with today’s Southern Sunday’s…….

SOUTHERN SUNDAYS

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