So here’s the situation, I changed jobs for the betterment of others lives. No really, if I were to stay, there may have been some black eyes, hurt feeling, and just a lot of fucked up fired people. So I chose for the safety of my stupid staff members to have myself transferred from that particular store. (Yes that was kind of me and thanks for noticing.)
So here’s where my topic comes into play. I’ve been far removed from that store for about 4 months now. And when I say far I mean its 2 minutes from my home and I never driver by or stop and see old co-workers none of that shit, I hate that place. (Loath entirely) had a Grinch moment there but I digress. So I do have a friend who still works there and she keeps her eyes and ears open for my name in people’s mouths. And do you know for me to not be in that place for that length of time I’m still the number one topic of choice. No seriously I’m number one.
I cut my hair to go natural they haven’t seen me nor does anyone there know who my friend on the inside is but everyone there talks about how I lost my mind and shaved my head bald because of the stress of the job. I haven’t stepped one foot in that place in 4 months and my arch nemesis is telling the new girls about how it use to be when I was there, about how I wanted everything perfect, about how I was the bitch that she helped get booted out (not true at all got the whole thing on tape if you want my proof), about how everyone there hated me …. And the list goes on people with the things that have come from this particular person’s mouth about me. And today when I was told about this I laughed to myself in my pimp voice, tee hee , and I said tell her thank you for doing her job. And I meant that from the bottom of my heart.
Yes I said for doing her job. Because she’s a hater, and her job is to spread the hate which in fact shows the love she has for me, or at least for her job as my hater. Come with me, go with me, Stay with me here people. She has to love me to want to share all her memories of me with others, she has to love me to want to continue to keep the memory of me alive even when she knows I will never return, she has to love me to want to tell others about me who have never met me or will never have the pleasure of meeting me. I chuckle to myself at how much this makes sense to me now. She is a hater and she loves her job and I should commend her for doing a job well done because when she talks others listen, and share stores of me in which they unite in their common interest which is the love of hating on me. Oh people you are not ready for this are you.
See no one wants to hate on their own so they have to have people who will agree with them, sympathize with them, maybe even share their same perspective with them, in turn adds to my haters circle which in fact makes me more loved, because I don’t have to do anything to make them think of me, I’m just permanently engraved in the hearts and minds of my haters. Yet they mean nothing to me other than the fact that they keep my memory alive. Yes it almost brings a tear to my eye when I think of it as well. Bottom line is I give haters a reason for being, and in return they love me for it.
The Champ Out....
P.s. now that’s a knee slapper
