WTF Work

The job I was speaking so highly of in the last entry is no more.

The next morning, I went to work. Everything was normal.

I was counting the inventory, and I look up and see one of the owners of the company. He came to our store and worked with us for a week last year, he’s not a bad guy. Pretty neat.

I say, “I’m surprised to see you here!”

He says, “We are closing the store.”

Taken aback, but cool, I say, “Seriously? Right before the holidays??”

He says, “Seriously.”

And so I proceed to help them pack up the entirety of the workplace that I love so much, they throw a bunch of it in the trash, and take the rest with them.

That’s not true. I did get a free watch, because they appreciated what I had done for the company. He also let me keep 95% of the tools.

Bing Bam Boom.

Our store – I can’t remember if I mentioned this before – was connected to the mall’s customer service desk, where mall gift cards are sold, and we took care of those duties, as well.

Swooping up from the depths is a customer service desk managment company, ready to take us on – as we are the only people really qualified to be selling 100s of gift cards over black friday weekend, just a short week away.

So, I’m still the manager. The manager of this much more BORING and LAME job. Who am I to say no to continued employment. I like being able to pay for a roof and food.

I got an hourly raise, but will no longer be making commission or bonuses. I hadn’t realized how much I was earning with those combined. I am earning less now. And doing less.

BUT – the mall’s management team was absolutely bragging about me to this company. The boss-type lady that I’ve worked with for the past 3 years… the bitchy one who almost seemed to not treat me as a person… she spoke very highly of me. I mean, I know that they would be seriously fucked if my team and I had up and left at this juncture. And I know that she knows that. Maybe she’s subliminally convinced herself to come around a little bit, though.

More problematically, I totally have a crush on the big guy in charge. He’s new, been at the mall a few months. Immediate improvements were made. It’s a breath of fresh air, really. And he’s so nice, and talks to me. I didn’t have a crush on him at first, but when I started seeing the improvements he was making, I would speak highly of him.

But then the other day he told me he is a stand-up comedian in some of his spare time, and he fucking won a Dad Joke competition. He refused to share most of his dad jokes because they are not professional, but he shared a couple dumb ones that I forgot but they were cringey and great.

So I went to look him up. Maybe there was a video?

I do not find a video, but I find that he is also a PROFESSIONAL COMIC BOOK ARTIST.

What. the. actual. fuck.

And I don’t think I have a crush on him because I want to get in his pants. I don’t even really find him physically attractive. I think I just want to be him. Seriously, how can I just live that life, man.

He called me into his office today, which is inside the management office. I had managerial things to do with the other boss lady, and he called me in. I think I might have used my sexy voice, what the fuck, why would I do that. His office looks so cool, and he and I have had many one-on-one short conversaions and sometimes as a retail sales associate, when someone walks by and says something silly, I think my sexy voice slips out. Dammit, no wonder they all keep coming back.

But I think the other managers might have heard me. Shit. My heart was pounding hella hard, and I’ve replayed being called into his office a whole bunch of times today, and seriously just checked out while trying to reanalyze the situation.

Who knows, maybe everything was fine and I actually just acted normal. Everything’s okay….

I’m invited to a potluck meeting on black friday. All of us important people will cram into his office and share things including mall secrets that I won’t be able to tell people. He told me to check the list on the way out, and whatever no one else signed up to bring, I could bring if I wanted. But the list was in the printing room, where I had just had stuff printed, but then other people printed other stuff, and they were gonna bring it to me, and then they didn’t because I was talking to him, and the 3 other people are girls and they all seemed to be buzzing around right outside of his office and the stuff I had printed was now at the admin desk and I just ended up leaving because I got a little overwhelmed and felt like they had all heard me talk different to him.

And to be honest I probably do talk different to him because he’s one of those people who makes you feel comfortable.

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But I have all of these watch-fixing tools, and the desire to not get a job better than the new one I have now.

Should I fix watches?

Should I shoot for mall management?

Should I go back to school?

Should I just apply for whatever random better-paying who-knows-what where I might be less comfortable?

Am I comfortable?

Should I pick up a hobby?

Start working out?

Mod watches and do different hobby trinket tinkering at home in my off-time?

 

Idk but to be honest it would be cool if I would stop perseverating on this big guy in charge at work because A) I am never gonna have his life B) I guarantee he is not as cool as my imagination has twisted him into being C) His family isn’t going to adopt me and my kids