Of drama & how it only belongs in primetime

Hola party people!

We got back from Vegas on June 1 & it seriously took almost a week for my internal clock to readjust. It was nuts. Our vacation…wasn’t what I’d hoped. I mentioned in the Cliff Notes version of my last entry that there was some family drama in the wake of my dad’s death. In spite of blocking all of the offending family members in all possible forms, I couldn’t block them from my head. I was in a low key funk most of the week. It culminated in a meltdown in the MGM Grand. Not awesome. Mr Emily exchanged texts with one of the more civil family members to try & settle my nerves. The result was unsatisfactory, though not adversarial. Shortly thereafter, I decided I was OVER IT. I was over their bullshit, drama, &, quite frankly, childish behavior. So I was able to enjoy our last 2 days at least. We saw Cirque du Soleil (Michael Jackson One & Mystere) & David Copperfield. We ate. A lot. We won’t be able to go back until the end of next year thanks to my school schedule because summer semester starts the week before Memorial Day. *sad trombone*

Cut to today – I had the urge to wear my college class ring. I can’t remember the last time I wore it & I harbor A LOT of anger & resentment toward my alma mater. I went with it anyway. I learned a long time ago to trust my gut (including a car accident when I was 17). As I was dicking around on my iPad at work (I work in the on campus tutoring center & we have almost no traffic right now), I looked down at the ring & something dawned on me. That ring is a symbol. It’s a reminder of all that I survived. I survived everything that Will put me through. I walked through hell, I thought about taking my own life (more than once), but I came out the other side. I survived being repeatedly raped & then hearing “I love you” after. I will be DAMNED if I let these people walk all over me (or my mother). I have survived far worse than them. If they want to play this game, then fine. Don’t be surprised when I Cersei Lannister you with a smile on my face

I will also doxx the shit out of them when this is resolved because they earned it. The world deserves to see their true colors. I’m not afraid to wave mine.



Current Jam: “Boys of Summer” Don Henley (The remake isn’t as good. Apparently they don’t think my generation knows what a “Deadhead” is. Or maybe they don’t. Either way, go OG).

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Of naming names & tweeting deets

It’s been the better part of a week since I left Primerica. It’s finally starting to sink in that I don’t have to go back. A woman I knew (I wouldn’t go so far as to call us friends. I’m only really friends with 1 person there) texted me & was like “There are a couple of jobs posted that you might be interested in!”. I texted her back & said “I wouldn’t go back there if you held a gun to my head”. I then reminded her that the reason I left in the first place was to go back to school. She apparently forgot that. I didn’t just give them the rage quit, even if it looked that way.

I’m sleeping better. I’m more relaxed. In general, I’m just a happier & more functional human being. Mark commented the next day how my body just seemed more relaxed even though I hadn’t fully accepted it yet. It was just such a toxic environment. Kyle’s (Jordan’s boss, so one level of supervision up from me) parting words were something along the lines of “Don’t trash talk us”. Too late, cowboy. Of course, it’s not trash talking if it’s the truth, eh? Now that I’m gone, I also have no qualms about using real names. What are they going to do about it?

Karma’s a bitch & it’s a shame I can’t be there to watch when they get theirs. Nothing in life is free & Jordan sure as shit didn’t earn where he is. I didn’t get an exit interview, but it’s not like HR didn’t know how I felt. I haven’t said anything on here or in my real life that I wouldn’t repeat to his face or in a court of law. The same is true for Kyle. Though he got himself in trouble for an off color comment he made that could have resulted in a sexual harassment suit. Teeheehee. Too bad it didn’t actually turn out that way.

On the entertaining side of things, if you follow me on Twitter (@RetroIndieQueen); I’m tweeting all the things they’re “paying” me to while I’m on my notice. It’s everything I do from 8a-5p EST. I’m not counting tomorrow, Thursday, or Friday. I’d already asked for tomorrow off, so the PTO kicks in. Obviously, Thursday & Friday are company holidays. So far they’ve paid me to take a nap, get a bikini wax, play around with new makeup looks, watch a fuckton of FBI Files, put together the paperwork to get my name changed, & play far too much Hay Day & Ticket to Ride on my iPad. If you want, check it out & be amused. I know I am.

Speaking of, I think I’ll spend the last 10 minutes of my “day” putting in the next disc of FBI Files. Then it’s “vacation” until next Monday.

Hope my U.S. readers have a happy, safe, and gluttonous Thanksgiving holiday. To all my non-U.S. readers, enjoy the rest of your week.