‘It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day and I’m feeling good’
Gonna need a new nickname for DTOM.
Since the memo went out, they’ve been seated for every single call.
I feel through the screen that they are unhappy.
This is pure speculation on my part.
But when you can’t necessarily rein in unappealing but otherwise ungovernable behavior — like, me delivering good prose an hour after deadline, every damn time — you rein in what you can.
This explains so much about my past.
I was talking with Shan the other day (interesting how Wildebeest jumped straight to K — silly beast) about how we can come up with our assassin names.
I say best pet and worst boss.
For her, Jazzypants Yep. For me, I was going to go with Cocoa H.
But Shan said god that Carol was so awful to you. Maybe she’s retired or dead.
And for the life of me, I couldn’t remember Carol’s last name. I just remember she had hairspray-coated glasses and looked like Janet Reno.
Anyway, apparently Cocoa Reno is my assassin name.
In any event, Carol absolutely couldn’t rein in my friend. So she had this insane meeting with me to tell me I dressed “too Pittsburgh” and my hair was terrible and my suits/dresses were too short for how fat I was.
Or maybe she had my friend have it with me. To break his spirit a different way.
Either way, and this is a rare moment when I will pay him a compliment, but we had more talent in our pinkys than that 60,000-member organization had combined.
Ungovernable. I want that as a tattoo.
She was happy when I rolled in with flat hair and sweatshirts and a broken spirit.
The empath in me almost feels bad for DTOM. Like if you’re not the T person, who are you?
For me, Carol might have taken away the way I chose to express myself.
And that “friend” turned on me anyway. He made sure they saw this blog, where I documented all that shit, because I had to express myself in some OTHER way.
Though I do have to say, having the HR person sit there humbled at not having any clue how to deal with the “look what you made me do” — long before Taylor Swift sang that lyric — was quite a moment in my young life.
The one thing I always maintained — and have since proven true — was that I always held value that Carol et al didn’t deserve to have access to anyway.
They sure fucking didn’t pay for that talent. Most of what I gave them was “on me.”
Anyway, part of me almost wants to restore the T to the DTOM of it all. But I can find plenty of other things to head scratch about that aren’t motion-sickness-induced.