Meet Me at Monterrey Market

 That seems to be my new hang after work.  I really need to get in on that Taco Tuesday special. I saw what people were getting and it looked good.  I just sat down at a table and messaged Corinne while I took a short break before I went back on my evening walk.  It made me happy to see that they did have a fair amount of people ordering at the stand that they have for food.  I want the business to succeed.  It's a nice store.  Lower the prices or offer some more incentives.  Everyone loves a rewards program.  I really look forward to going there at night and maybe do some people watch while I sit down and gather my thoughts from the day.  

Ever have someone talk to like you're a child and you're older than them?  I have had several instances and lately it's annoying me when it happens.  Not everyone is like this.  I've dealt with some great people who were younger than me and higher up on the food chain and have talked to me like I'm an adult.  The stomper.  Yeah.  I am tired of the stomper telling me what to do like I'm a child.  Go away, please.  Unfortunately even when the time is done in another week and a half, they will be back to assess me mid year.  I can hardly wait to hear what a failure I am.  I have to remind myself this is a person who has made me cry on more than one occasion.  They've been good to me on some levels but we really need to break up.  I've had worse but I really deserve better.

The stomper had asked if I reached out to someone they wanted me to learn from.  They couldn't remember what they had said so they asked me to do it.  I am really tired of that.

This was a red flag that had happened a few years ago, maybe 3.  The stomper and the lurker had a meeting with a group of people that I worked with. I was their main contact.  I wasn't included in that meeting.  Even though I didn't have the experience that the lurker had, shouldn't I have been included to at least learn and understand what needs to be done?  No.  I think there was a plan to move me out and it did happen months later.  It was really crummy that happened.  I feel like such a loser some days and such a failure when I'm around the stomper.  The stomper should have never been granted power when they have maturity issues.

I don't want to start my day.  I'm not ready to learn something new but I will.  I would just hope it's not today.  I have been the designated caller for my mom.  I called to get the cash value of one of her policies for her life insurance.  I have to change her eye doctor appointment. I asked her to talk to Charlie about the faucet.  Now she wants me to ask our neighbor across the alley to take the washer that isn't working.  Sigh.  I'm tired this morning.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  If not, meet me at Monterrey Market and we'll sit in silence and forget the jerks we have to deal with in our daily lives.  


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