Man.I spent the entire day at the new location at North and Sheffield. And I'm so hurting. I get to do it for the rest of the weekend too. Fitting in a dinner with my mum and Swingers Ball {where I intend to be *hot*}. I'm going to so love working there. Full time. First actual full time job I've had in a long long while. *And* I still get the other random promotional gigs. The team that I got to work with today was awesome. As long as I'm surrounded by those kinds of folks this isn't going to even be work. I'm baffled by the trust and freedom that my bosses have put into me. I'm baffled that I get paid to dance around in a bunny suit. What a great motivator for a ENPF like me...
Great news! I do NOT have to work with the bloody ex of an ex. *sigh* what a relief. I could just imagine us just kinda sitting there not having any kind of eye contact at all. Or worse, forcing conversation with other folks just to try to ignore the person.
However, I am working with someone like me. And not in a good way. Lemme 'splain.
After a good number of months in therapy (TANGENT: ok. All you folks that *think * you need therapy, you probably could use some.), I've come to realize that I've got "issues" with crossing other kids' boundries. i.e. being too intimate too fast - and that does not necessarily mean physically - but yeah that counts too. Just cause I feel like sharing some intimate info or even relating some feelings it DOES NOT mean that the other person is going to be welcome to it. So get to work with someone else that offers up her life's secrets. Hell, I'm fine with it. But I can tell its making my co-workers uncomfortable. Nana mentioned something about it the other day. Something about us (it happens to Hedds too) makes it easy for folks to relate their stories of abuse and drama and heartache... yuppers, I'm going to {heart} working there!
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