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Things did not start to look up for me. If anything they started to look down. As if my nonexistent relationship life wasn't affecting me enough, we have to add work drama into it? I have been at my company for over two years and worked my butt off to get where I am at and a man, who is all of 4 foot 9 coming in here and is getting paid the same amount as me even though he knows nothing about the company. Yesterday I caught him trying to clean the bathroom mirrors with bleach, and by trying I mean I caught him in the act of doing it and had to show him what the glass cleaner looked like.

I have never in my life felt more humbled than I have in this last week. First I get a beautiful man's phone number, only to lose it in an hour later. I then got a phone call that my grandpa was in the hospital, said he fell down the steps and got a few stitches, then my car tire popped on my way to work and I had to pay to get it towed and pay for a few tire on top of it! Then just last week my bosses told me there was a new hire.

This isn't anything new, my job has a high turn over rate. We are a small-owned business, and we have no benefits, so after a while people start to look elsewhere when they are starting a family to be able to take care of them. What got me was when I tried training him, he wouldn't let me. He acted as if he knew exactly what he was doing when he didn't. He just put on a show every time the bosses came around but then did nothing when  I tried to train him. I worked hard to become an assistant manager. Growing up I was an emotional person and still was until about a year ago when I finally started to mature and learned how to not react to my first initial thoughts and feelings. I learned to process them, but sadly while I went through this developmentally challenging change in my personality I was doing it while at the same job I had made a fool of myself at on more than one occasion, they were hesitant to trust me. I had to do a lot of proving myself. Doing a lot of the work I do as an assistant manager, unpaid and without the title.

Then this man shows up here claiming to have "experience" and he gets paid the same amount, with the same title, to do absolutely nothing. I can't say anything due to my history and they will assume I am just complaining instead of just trying to tell them facts.

"I need to see you," I say into the phone as soon as Brandon picks up.

Brandon has been my best friend since we sat next to each other in college at 18. People always assume we are dating because of how often are together. I vaguely remember a time when he said that if I didn't like his girlfriend, he would break up; with her because I was more important than someone who would leave in just a couple months. I tried to explain how weird that was to him until I realized I would do the same thing for him. I can't imagine a life in which I couldn't just call him like this when  I needed an escape.

"Amy? What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asks and there is a slight panic in his voice.

"Physically fine, mentally not so much.'

He hums in understanding, "I will bring the weed. You still have those tollhouse cookies I left over there last week?" He asks and I let out a small whimper. I loved him, he didn't even question me, I can't imagine anyone else in my life dropping everything to come and see me just because I had a bad day.

"I do," I sniffle.

"Hey no, we don't do that. Cue up some Harry Potter, or is it a Love Simon kind of night? God, do we need to call Charlette too?" He says rambling.

"No, I watched Love Simon last night. And no Char either, it's just a Brandon kind of night."

"Oh boy," he mumbles. "See you soon, I love you," he says emphasizing the I in I love you because he says it means nothing if you just say love you. He wants me to know how much he means it today.