I'm Done Being Nice.

Yesterday I spent my whole day off making a cake for someone's birthday. Someone who doesn't celebrate their birthday but asked if I would just make a cake around that time and I said sure. So I went all out, because I liked the guy. So, yesterday was spent making a cake. It wouldn't have been so bad, but yesterday was the day before inventory at work that I had to be in a 3AM. So... I had to go to sleep at 6. Meaning, I spent all of my day off standing in the kitchen making a cake. But it was going to be worth it, because this cake was phenomenal. And I haven't really went all out on a cake in a while. (I haven't even thought about what to make for Chuck's birthday TOMORROW!) Anyway.....

I get up at two with very little sleep because I tossed and turned all night, and go to work. The guy was working a mid shift that day so we all had to wait until 10. Everyone who saw the cake said it was awesome. So we waited, and then found out he was coming in later. Past the time I was supposed to leave work. So I stayed and kept busy. He gets there and sits in the office for twenty minutes until I go up there and say we were waiting for him.

"Why?"
"Your cake is here!"
"You coulda ate it without me."
"Well you have to see it! It's awesome!"

So, Janice leaves because she had things to do and couldn't wait any longer. So she left and I was still there. He didn't come back to the cake. He was grumpy or whatever. Just great. Because when this man gets grumpy he is an asshole and ignores you. I have overlooked it in the past but today I was really hurt. I mean I spent all that time and money and thought into making a cake YOU asked for and YOU decide to come to work grumpy and be an ASSHOLE to everyone. Great. So he came back just took look at the cake.
"I guess I should look at it so you can slice it."

He looks at it. "Oh you're creative."

And then leaves because he won't have time to eat it.

Not thank you. Not wow. Not awesome. "oh, you're creative." Just a kick in the face. It really hurt. At that moment I just wanted to throw the damn thing in the trash. I wanted to smash all the hard work. I may me grumpy or in a bad mood sometimes, but I don't treat people like that. I'm not an asshole. I don't ignore you. Grow the hell up.

So I sliced it, took a piece for Chuck and left the damn thing at work. He can do whatever the hell he wants to do with. Shit on it. Feed it to the dogs. Give it to a bum. Throw it away. Whatever. He hurt my damn feelings.

I'm just done being nice. I will never bring in anymore treats to work. No one is grateful anymore. No one says thank you. So screw em.

 I had to get that out. Teito didn't really care when I told him, but he's a dog. He doesn't care about much. Now I must do some beer shopping for Chuck's birthday Beer Tasting.