elleseven

ok,

two days ago i was dangerously close to just grabbing my bag and walking straight out of my place of work. I sometimes cannot take it.

Oh, I clean things, put makup on people, style hair, and so on. Those things I do not mind so much.

It is the goddam fake enthusiasm, plus the real kind, that really gets to me.

So, I was told when I started my shift the other day that I had to meet with the new "district manager" of our area for aveda. I got a li'l nervous. had not planned on it at all, so had no questions to ask that would make me seem ambitious about the company. That was when I began considering walking out.

But then, bom bom bom...

The old DM who was introducing all of us to the new one actually called me a 'superstar'.

now, this is just wrong on so many levels.

for one, nobody calls elleseven a fucking superstar, especially in reference to my sales figures. I hate keeping track of how much shit i have sold in one day, not to mention sort of having to 'brag' about it to the fucking powers that be.

I suppose that had i been called a rockstar it would not have been quite so terrible.

But then, I was referred to as a superstar AGAIN with reference to the average ticket sale, blah blah blah. This time the new lady asked me what my secret was. My jaw was already dropped to full extension, I actually failed to answer her. Lahdeefreekendah. I really need to get back in school and do speech pathology. No more slacking, motherfucker.

Ok, one more time in the same day i was called a superstar. this time with reference to how i take the initiative to clean the shelves and make the place look decent. Yes, I about lost it then. But I was able to take a break and a xanax to relax, and I ended up not quitting my job. superstar.[/I

How regoddamndiculously demeaning can people be in one day. I don't know, but I thinkg it is within the upper range of whatever scale it is that evaluates this sort of thing.

I am over it.