Have you ever wondered why we take out our frustrations on the people closest to us? I think it’s because we are comfortable with them. We know that they are friends with us or that they love us enough to be able to express how we really feel. But what happens when enough is enough? What happens when they no longer feel like dealing with the brunt of our bad days? Our sour moods? It truly is a fine line between love and hate.
I haven’t been to work in 3 days. I’ve been sick as hell. But even with all the shots and the antibiotics, the over the counter medicine and the sleep, I still feel horrible. While I’ve been at home trying to get better, work has been crazy apparently. Lots of changes going on, people possibly losing their jobs or being forced to step down and go else-where. It really makes me wonder if I want to stay with a company that is so fickle. How can you threaten someone’s livelihood like that? It seems a little unfair. I don’t want anyone to lose their job, even if I don’t like them.
My store manager seems to be up shits creek, too. Which part of me feels like finally, the karmic cycle is taking it’s stance. And the other part of me fears she will no longer be employed. However, as mean as it may sound, if anyone is to be unemployed it would best be her. She doesn’t have her own home or bills. She lives with her parents and has no responsibilities. It’s not like someone who is the sole bread winner, with a family and a mortgage and car notes.
Just to be clear, I’m not rooting for anyone to get in trouble or lose their jobs. I just feel like when you treat people like shit for so long, well, you get what comes to you. The bed you’ve been making? Well, It’s finally time that you have to lie in it.