I was totally prepared to write a very dramatically sad and disappointing story of my promotion..
The kind of story that i planned to make my readers to be in teary eyes and runny nose after reading it and feeling symphatize.
The kind of story that i planned to make my reader curse the existence of my BLOODY jerk of a boss.
The story that i planned to make my reader to hate the other girls who get more pay than me.
The story that i planned to make my reader to offer their shoulder for me to cry on and buy me the new Longchamp Victoire in Argylle colour just to see the smile on my face.....
But i couldn't find it within me to write and drown in a pathetic sappy sad story.
That is just ain't in me.
I am a survivor.
because i am a BITCH.
Babe In Total Control of HERSELF.
Ain't nothing to hold me down.
and stayed down.
After a very dramatic outburst, with very much flair of sophisticated words thrown to my manager, accompanied with various of hand gesture in the air, and surround sound voice to describe my disappointment.
But as nothing can describe my disappointment I very much sound like a middle-aged-fat-menopaused-Italian-Cook who couldn't find a fresh pot of rosemary to make his risotto. Minus the moustache.
So i did what everyone in my position did.
CURSE the hell out of my BOSS on-line while listening the song "FUCK YOU" by lily allen
Oh, did i tell you, every time he passes by, i held a scissor and a cutter abusing the paper, imagining that I'm slitting his throat instead.
OOOOh. There is so many violent ways i am thinking in my mind as to how to end his life, including giving him papercut in his eyeballs, until he bleed to death. Shredding his vein with blunt pencil, until he bleed to death.
Anything and anyway that make him.... bleed to death. slow death. and painful death.
slow painful death.
Yah, I just figured out, I don't have any sad bone in my body, but apparently i do have a violent nature. I should considered a career in creative writing.
Now i am feeling better.
So i summoned all my positive energy *trust me, not much left after yesterday*
and try to act rational. I congratulate all those who got promoted, even though half of my heart is bleeding and want to cry or scream....
I give them my sincere smile and comment on their good work.
I never thought that i have that in me. the good sense i mean
I am so proud of myself, that i almost tap my own shoulder, "good job, good job"
BTW, Did i tell you that he didn't have the guts to tell me i am not promoted. No.
We have to find out from the timesheet regarding our new status.
THAT IS LOW.
And what do i do to my boss after what he did?
Yes, so whenever we are face to face.
I am only giving him a dead blank stare.
and a single "fine...."
