I reject your reality and substitute it with my own.

Great news at work! I decided to reject my boss’s reality and create my own. And it worked. A few weeks back I found out that they decided to “reorganize” my group. There wasn’t any discussion about it. It was just here is what came out of the strategy meeting (as if any strategic planning actually happens in this knee jerk company!) and here is what you are going to do. Your excited, right? My answer, “do I have a choice?” My bosses answer, “What, I want you to get excited about it.” He’s such a douche bag! He started pissing me off and so I started looking for other jobs. Funny thing is a couple of people who are receiving my department and all the processes I put in place told me what a well oiled machine I had, what a good job I did, etc. One guy sat me down and told me how everything I had done made me the perfect fit for my new job and because of X, Y, and Z, he knew I’d kick butt and eventually, upper management would see what anyone who was watching me already knew. If only my stupid ass boss had uttered those words to me. But it was too late, the ball was in motion. It turned out there was a job open in the company…a job I was perfectly suited for…a job reporting to an ex-boyfriend’s friend! Hilarious story. Not sure if I ever told it.

Right after the cowardly ex and I had split, I had my work Christmas party to go to. I asked my friend, the hot bodied, British wanna be American, with an ever so lovely face, if I could go with him. I told him I didn’t want to go alone. He knew my ex and I had split and it was a rough time for me. He said no problem, I could be his “date”. We met at a pub a block or so down from the Christmas Party location. We had drinks with a couple and the Bloke (that is British for guy). We had a few drinks before the party and came in very fashionably late. I ended up sitting with my Boss to Be (BtB), his wife, the couple, the Bloke and the British wanna be American (BwbA). As the evening progressed, I stopped imbibing. My BtB asked me why I was not longer drinking. I explained I lived in the burbs and had to drive home. He and his wife invited me to stay in town with them at the Bloke’s house. I agreed and continued to drink. Now, you must realized, this was the first time since the ex left that I decided to allow myself to drink, so I over imbibed. I was fairly well behaved….fairly.

As the evening wore we decided to move the party to the part of town closer to were the BwbA and Bloke lived. The BtB, his wife and the Bloke were ready to leave but BwbA was looking for another friend. We lost track of him, so BtB, the wife and the Bloke grabbed me and took me in the cab with him. They texted BwbA and told him that they “had taken me”. When we got to the bar, we grabbed drinks. The Bloke and I went upstairs to check out the dancing. We started dancing and somehow ended up kissing on the dance floor. It was that that time that someone (I think the BtB) came upstairs and saw us. When BwbA got to the bar he was told, “Cheryl is upstairs snogging with the Bloke.” I came back downstairs and saw BwbA there. Went up to him and said, “guess who I was just kissing.” He laughed at me…it’s been our joke ever since that I went to the Christmas party with him but ended up snogging his mate on the dance floor and then giggled when i told him.  What a great date I was!

The Bloke and I ended up dating for several months….more like holding each other up as we went through our divorces, drinking, and fighting until I realized how destructive the relationship was and broke it off. We stayed friends and eventually I committed Tom Foolery with him….but that is a whole other story!

Any way, so BtB witnessed me at my worst! But, he also knows I am a kick ass worker and is excited to have me on his team. And, I am ever so excited to be going back to the purchasing organization I was drug out of 2 years ago (thanks to the stupid merger). Can’t stop smiling!