First, the good people. People like my SCHMOOPY who bought me a gift certificate so I could finally upgrade my account. Meggie Pooh...You are the BEST! I love you and you are totally the master of my domain.
Now the bad. So I have this friend, former boss really. You see, I decided to stay home with my kids about 2 and half years ago instead of working as a probation officer. And lately, I have been kinda itching to go back. Well the itch is no more.
Apparently the work atmosphere is really bad. There is no money and it's just not fun to be there anymore. The Director was diagnosed with Stage 4 Cancer about 3 years ago and was given a life expectancy of 5 years. This December will start her 4th year. I really hate that she is going through this. I truly do. But just because you are faced with something like this, does that give you the right to treat everyone else like shit? I mean, I get that people in general have days where they are not the nicest to others, but to be in a bitchy mood 24/7? I don't know. Maybe it's just me. I can't honestly tell you how I would be if I was in a similar situation. I hope, no, I pray that I would not treat people like dirt. My former boss gave me the rudest look when she saw me and I felt immediately unwelcome. She did this several times too. She was even rude to my child. AND THAT I WILL NOT TOLERATE. Especially when he was being so good. And believe me he can be a little turd sometimes.
After she was said a snarky comment about my son (which btw she use to dote on my son all the time) I left. I didn't even say goodbye to everyone, I just bolted. It was all I could do not to tell her off. I mean, I have nothing to lose like the rest of her staff would. And I know for a fact that they feel the same way.
I was extremely upset when I left. I cannot be friends with someone who acts like that. I will not go back up there if she is there. Of course from what I hear, she isn't even there half the time.
And that's the thing about people. Some people who you have known for years, treat you like the scum on the bottom of their feet. And the others, who you know only by a livejournal community, give you a gift.
Again Meg aka My Schmoopy, I thank you for your generosity and your kindness. I have to stop typing now, because I'm tearing up and I can barely see my computer screen.