You know, when a woman of my years and executive experience deigns to work in exchange for very small peanuts and a bit of breathing room while I'm recuperating from a long illness; and pushes hard to do an unheard-of excellent job for her boss; to know that the office manager and the real estate franchise owner think I'm the best she's ever had and they love me and my work; and to know how many before me have walked away from this young and very aggressive woman who is a leader in every area of her field, you'd think she'd learn a little respect and human warmth for such humbly happy employees such as I.
I needed further training in a matter that I did not grasp, and asked for same. But no, she had to treat me like some sort of five-year old and begin scolding. Even when I politely but firmly pushed back, in defense of my human worth and lack of training in things I can't possibly know, she just had to go freakin' crazy-bitch on me because she is, you, the Princess. Like something out of a movie, off-the-charts ...wait! I know. Like Sigourney Weaver in Working Girl. Surreal.
Seriously though, she was already getting a bit of a complex about her inability to keep good help. This morning I decided to reaffirm the problem, and help her see that after so many, maybe SHE is the problem.
Nah. I am sure I am as expendable as the next. Either way, the end result is a Good Thing.
Note to small-business owners: Don't EVER back a good employee into a corner so far that the only recourse is to walk. Unless you just have an endless supply of same.
Which explains why I'm blogging at 12:39. What's your excuse?
P.S. Yes, I know that makes for let's see... art gallery, social services, real estate... three jobs this year. This pirate town is a piece of work. I'm ready to go work in the big city up north again. I've never seen anything like this place.