Secret haters
With great power comes … a whole lot of assholes not giving a shit about hiding their assholitry anymore.
Mom sent me this meme about “secret haters” …
She said, “Sound familiar?”
Yes. That’s the annoying bridge of the annoying pop song that is my life.
It’s not just that not a single person invited me to do anything to celebrate my little victory. I do have dinner with some of the girls soon. But for the most part, it’s been Pariah Central:
“Oh wow, something nice happened for you? *radio silence*”
Or, “Wait, you aren’t violently unhappy right at this particular moment in time? Well, fuck you then. We’ll all just go talk to everyone else who isn’t you.”
And of course, “Well you must be making more money. Go entertain yourself, or ya know, pay if you want me around.”
In the immortal words of Cee-Lo: “Fuck you. And, fuck her too.”
Amended to add: “And him too.”
Then there is the rest. The taking advantage in other ways.
Assuming the new boss is an old friend and therefore special privileges can be taken without fucking asking.
Or the absolutely fucking railroading the authority they said they were so glad for me to get.
The patronizing.
And the not actually giving the title the authority that I’ve ALWAYS carried anyway because the lesser title in my immediately previous life carried as much clout as the new one.
Now I wonder too if the people who rooted for this really just wanted someone to blame. Not today. But, you know, eventually.
I also see clearly that when the time comes (again) to play Budget Chicken, I have a big fat role in that cockfight.
The first two — Special Privileges and Fucking Railroading — don’t realize Large Marge is actually, officially and FINALLY in charge.
And that her grace has boundaries.
Oh, and that nobody objects to a smaller payroll.
Later, haters.