aubrey: *pouring coffee* .....
andrea: what am i TALKING about?!? i have tons of rocks! i'm the Rock Queen!
aubrey: *forlornly* yes, yes, but I'm the Rock Aubster
andrea: together, we're QUEEN AUBSTER!
guess you had to be there.
called in again today because my ear is still hurting with certain noises. yes yes, i am going to get it checked out tomorrow. when i called in, they seemed angry *shrugs it off* and insisted i had taken the keys to the change drawer and front and side lock up home with me. i insisted i handed them to Roxana (and i even remember her putting them away where they belonged because she laughed at how silly it was that she has to open the safe to get a key to open the key box.) on sunday.
which made me think of the other day, and made me realize how far i've come as a strong individual compared to in my mid twenties.
once upon a time, i had 3 different jobs. two in property management, one at a law firm. i liked these jobs very much. however, because i was a timid twit, i didn't stand up for myself in certain situations, so one after the other fell because i ended up sitting quiet and taking the fall for someone above me. i had begun to think that i was truly a horrid worker, as every job i had had in the span of 2 1/2 years i was fired from, though my friends would flap their arms and tell me that it was because my manager had wanted to go on that 4 day weekend when buyers were coming to look at the property and not give me what i needed to help the Curb Appeal or the means to get it, that it was because i wasn't the one golfing with the district manager when shit hit the fan after the property manager had been on a leave of absence due to a horrid car accident. hrm. yes yes, thinking back, it seems QUITE odd that in the event of Maya Linda, that every. single. person. that worked at that property was fired, including the property manager, and only the assistant manager, Kim, and the leasing agent that golfed with the district manager remained unscathed. i remembered sitting in the office for an 'interview' with the dm and having kim sit there and squawk and turn every word i said around. i remember not wanting to rock the boat even more, so just sitting and taking it.
i remembered just the other day when i had accidentally taken the keys home with me instead of turning them in at the end of my shift. i hadn't bust me arse to get back there because the only other person that would ever use them, Mary, was gone until saturday, which was also the next day i worked. saturday night, i sat there in the cash office closing the store for the evening with the manager, Don (yes, his name is Don Johnson. i promise.) he had told me that in no uncertain terms was that acceptable and how i was going to be written up for it.
i called him on it, telling him that it was complete and utter bull shit, and that other people have taken the keys home with them, including the store manager, and that if he even THOUGHT about writing me up for it, that i demanded he write every single other person up for it, too. the keys were not needed. i was not going to sneak in and take things. i can't get past the alarm, anyway. i wasn't going to loan them to friends to come in and take things. i remember seeing him inch away from me in fear as i went on my massive tirade (sort of a tantrum, really.), his voice dropping into a slow mumble about not letting it happen again, and how it's store policy.
looking back at the person i was even 5 years ago, i could so see myself sitting there and meekly saying 'okay, if that is what you feel is right. i'll sign whatever you want.' because of not wanting to rock the boat. well screw that. i could see if the keys were desperately needed, if it had been a repeat performance, if they had followed the same proceedure with everyone else.
hee hee. looking back, i'm quite proud of myself. it was a little thing, really. but it was something that helped me to see that i HAVE been growing as a person, that i have been evolving throughout my experiences.
let's hope that it's for better.