Hi, haters!

Hi, everyone!! Yeah, I know... it's been a while since I've blogged on this side of things. I guess I finally just felt that pull to say something.

That something is this:

Yep. That.

See, I've started working again. Some of you know that, some of you may have no clue what has been going on in my life. Either way, all you really need to know is that I've been at this particular job for about 7 months now. And I love it. (I'm also really, really good at it.) In all honesty, I feel a sort of commitment to this company because they gave me a chance. After being a stay at home mom for 8 years, people pretty much blew me off. But not them. Nope. They said "do you have management experience?" I said "no..." and they replied "staying at home with 4 kids for 8 years definitely qualifies as management experience." So here I am, slayin' the retail game because I've been given the opportunity to show 'em what I'm made of. And, man. I'm made of good stuff.

But when you come into the game and show up the veteran players, not everyone is going to be thrilled with you. And, well, that's exactly how this blog comes to be.

I have this co-worker - let's call her "V" (ha! It's funny).  V doesn't like me. Why not, you ask? Well... maybe because: My numbers are better. Colleagues like me better. Customers like me better. I'm a pleasure to be around at work. She constantly hears compliments about me. My name is consistently showing up in district shout outs. And, well, she pretty much sucks at her job. She didn't speak to me for 4 hours because my boyfriend hugged and kissed me goodbye before work. She doesn't have the best relationship... and my kissing a Puerto Rican makes it hard for her claim that I'm racist (because she's Puerto Rican) to stick.

So V likes to assert her authority by doing anything in her power to make me look bad. Writing petty notes. Sending petty emails. Setting me up (and failing miserably). Talking trash about me to customers and other management teams. She exerts so much time and energy trying to throw me under the bus that she has nothing left to put toward things that really matter. Thing is, higher ups still love me and my numbers keep rising.

Because:

And she's over here like:

And I'm all:

And she's all:

And then I'm all:

Because the best way to deal with haters is to just do you. After all... isn't that what's getting all the attention? I guess the reason for this narrated pictorial is that I know there are other people on the verge of losing it on a co-worker and hoping "crime of passion" sticks. To you I say, "just breathe". No one can fight without an opponent and I refuse to be her sparring partner, just as you should rise above the pettiness of your own "V". Some people insist on making sure they keep on throwing out that noose rope... some people insist on weaving it from scratch. But you just let them hang themselves. No reason why you should end up with rope burn.

In the end:

So remember:

And I'm focused on gold.

Y'all have a great night... and don't let the haters drag you down. Keep right on smiling and give them one more thing to hate about their miserable existence.