Thanks To The Queen

Not so long ago, I was alone in the world.  Not physically, but in need of a really good friend.  I met a woman, who turned out to be a Queen.  

She was looking for someone to join the family, and as luck would have it, I was not selected.  But the Princess saw my worth and demanded that I become security.

This security turned out to be the best thing for me.  I got to guard Royalty and in turn became good friends.  When you are watching out for people's lives, that stuff happens.

The Queen and I developed a strong relationship, when she decided that I needed to become her Sister Wife. 

The thing that she has taught me the most, is that I have the right to say and do the things I want.  And what I want to do right now is tell you all about "The Owner" of the company that I used to work for.

I used to think that he was all sorts of awesome.  He hired me 10 years ago when the company I was working for was bought out by a huge company and "reduced their force" because I was a woman and made too much money.  So yeah, it was like a godsend.  He asked me how much I needed to make.  I knew that he would never pay me what I was making, so I took everything into account and came up with a figure thinking that with raises and such I would do ok.

I never got a raise.  I worked for the asshole for 10 fucking years.  He is from a small town.  Things are different in small towns as opposed to the big city.  I came from an owner who would just out of the blue at least twice a year, go around and give everybody a hundred dollar bill.  Why?  Because he knew that it would keep company moral up and people very seldom left.  We got raises and I worked my way into a very high paying purchasing job.  Started out as the receptionist.  I worked there for 23 years.  

Back to the fucker that just fired me.

He called me on a fucking Sunday morning.  He was in town for a church program his grandkids were in.  Such a righteous piece of shit.  Called me at 8:45 AM saying, "I am in town and would like to come have a little visit with you".  First of all, I'm like, maybe he is going to give me a raise.  hahahahaha, yeah right.

I said, it depends, are you going to fire me, and he said, and I hear these same words in my head every fucking Sunday morning now

YES I AM.

I hate him.  I hate that he never gave me a raise.  I hate him because he said the reason was because I HATED MY JOB.  Hell, doesn't everyone hate their job once in a while.  Bogus fat fucker.  

But most of all I hate him because he has sent me into a horrid depression.  Oh, my family thinks I'm all fine and dandy.  I can pretend really well.

But every Sunday, I get depressed.  I want to nap all day.  I hear his voice.  

I am a strong person.  I will work through this.  Maybe letting it out like this will help me get over it.  

The Queen has opened up my world.  You will probably be hearing things on this site that I have kept inside for a long time.  

Thanks Queenie, And PWT.  Because of you, I have a place where I know I am welcomed.