THE LONG GOODBYE

Markus, my boss left for T.O. today. The bastard got himself promoted.

I've known it was coming for months. It was either that or he was going to take something elsewhere.

It's pretty bittersweet for me.

On one hand, I am completely stoked for him. He can run circles around the majority of the managers in my company. He will bring a level of straight forwardness, and intelligent planning to upper management that will be excellent for the company. There's a lot of what people call inbreeding in my current company, and I think he will offer a fresh point of view. He is a visionary and it's great knowing there is someone who thinks like me, influencing the people who in turn influence the things that affect me.

On the other hand. I'll miss him. And it stinks.

When I first met him, I was a brand new manager. He is such a cocky, charismatic, sarcastic guy - I just didn't know what to think! I was all black and white, warm fuzzy HR oriented and he was a totally black hearted bastard. I was all about communication and he was all about - read between my lines.

Seriously, I was so freaked out, that I was planning how I could get another management job so early in my transition. I never believed that he and I would hit it off. As it turned out, we balanced each other very well! He promoted my ass twice in the two years I worked with him. After the second promotion, they decided that I should move to a different store in our city, get some experience under a different manager.

Once I moved stores, I worked for a broad that was a supremely crazy sex freak. I have nothing favourable to say about the experience I had working with her. It felt like the second longest stretch of my career with them and it was only a couple months!!! Let's just say, I was completely ECSTATIC when I found out she was moving. So excited that I would no longer have to see her 40+ year old wrinkly self with her daisy duke cargos and her 'one size too small' uniform tee with the 'cleavage up to her eyeballs' busting out of it. Bleuchhhhhhhh. Yeah...she was "attractive". I especially like the way she was extremely over-tanned and the way it emphasized her wrinkles. Nice. And her stories were so charming....Unfortunately, one can only be regaled by middle-aged partner swapping stories and sex swings very few times in their life.

in fact, it should never EVER have to happen to anyone at all. So she left, and I got a GM that was the polar opposite of Markus. At this point, I knew things at Staples were going down hill. Then I heard Markus left for the Home Decor world. And I knew that too was where I would be happy - so I followed him to his store. And I am so indeedy a happier girl to this day!!!

T.O. however, is a bit too far to follow him again. So that is sooooo not going to be a repeat episode.


At his going away party, I cried on him for the fourth time in our career together. I will miss that cocky little shit dearly. And he said the nicest thing to me, that I always want to control everything and take over the world. Now who else is going to know me like that and be that cool with it?

He was simply the cats ass.

*Sometimes he was just an ass, but I wouldn't have it any other way.


AND YOUR WEATHER UPDATE FOR THE WEEK...

The Beaz is seriously going wonky. This in turn is driving the cats wonky. which in turn is driving me...well, you get the jist.

I have heard it's supposed to warm up this week. Someone told me it will be in the POSITIVE, yeah that's right POSITIVE degree mark tomorrow. Ahhhhh. Finally we can stop wearing flannel, sock and two pair of sweats in bed.

Damn. This means I'm going to shave my legs. That's scary, considering how long it's been too freakin' cold to take all the layers of clothing off. I don't even know what my legs look like anymore. It just might take a shwack of bics to do the job. ;)

The poor dog is getting constipated from the lack of running around outside. She's such a princess, she can't bear to have her feet cold and begs to come in like, two seconds after we thrust her out the door! Big J wants to buy her booties. I dunno. I think even the coyotes will laugh at her.

Booties. We seriously need to have a baby. I think we're getting a bit demented.