I didn’t want Fat Prince to pack up and transfer to another location. That was not what I was asking for. I wanted to pack up and transfer to another location. Moving Fat Prince to wherever was not going to do anything for me personally. I didn’t care what they did in that place as long as I was out of there.

With Fat Prince gone and his position open, my new supervisor got promoted and her position was available. I didn’t care about the promotion, but I at least had to sign up for it because I really didn’t want to go through the same shit again. While I didn’t get the job, it went to G who transferred from Philadelphia to open the location. It was a lateral move for him, and I wasn’t too sure about G’s ability not knowing what he was all about and he never really talked business with me.

G was a supervisor who tried his best to get promoted to a managerial position in the building and always got denied for whatever reasons they had. Maybe he was not good ebough to be a part of cool kids club or he was lacking his rape stripes. I never really worked with him closely, so I didn’t know what to expect. After about a week later working with G, I wanted to bust a move and break dance on the floor. My department has improved drastically along with my workloads. I sang Hallelujah inside. I wanted to pop the champagne and spray it all over the computer screens. I was planning to throw the biggest AYCE hot dog party for the department at the end of the year. I was ready to spend the whole month’s paycheck to finance that hot dog party. G hardly ever bothered me with unnecessary things and he was putting in real work. He was just as good or better than my previous supervisor from Miami.

But of course, it wasn’t meant to be. The universe had a different path for us. G was promoted to a position at the corporate office. I guess he got sick and tired of being in that place like many others and he found a way out. I was thinking or planning to get out of there regardless of who the supervisor was in the end. However, I didn’t think he was going to leave so soon after taking over my department. I wanted him to stay in my department as long as I had to be there and suffer together. I was devastated.

It was clear from the beginning, but transferring was the only answer. While I did enjoy working with some people, that didn’t outweigh others who I couldn’t stand to be around on top of not wanting to live in that city due to the weather and other factors. It was not an easy task to act like I was okay and cool as if nothing was bothering me. Plus, the GM who took me in and helped with my transfer was gone because of other numb nuts. I had no reasons to be there.

I was going to miss some customers who I used to help for sure. That one doctor who always visited with his wife and kids might have played a role on keeping me alive years later. I didn’t know at that time but I was emergency room bound due to various factors. I didn’t commit 100% on what he was telling me thanks to modern day life living, but there were a few key things I learned from him. There was no answer to improving my mental health, but his tips probably helped me in the long run. In retrospect, I would’ve ended up in an emergency room much earlier if I hadn’t resigned and stayed in that place. I didn’t even know it. The amount of stress or bullshit I had to handle was worse than my time in the US Navy. How is that even possible? Just by looking and working with some of these employees had me wondering maybe it was time for a nuclear war.

Then there were so many others such as that one couple who got married and I had to play a role for the husband to accomplish his mission. I even got to see their new born baby after their marriage. They were a white couple, but it felt like I was a part of their family. Unfortunately, all that was not enough for my mental health. The main thing was that I didn’t want to work and perform for this Puff Daddy and the circus situation. I didn’t like the fact that my work was benefitting this circus of whack jobs. It was a weird confusing vibe personally because I wanted to perform and do good for the corporation, but I didn’t want to perform under the umbrella of Puff Daddy and the Family situation. It was impossible for some of these managers to keep their penises away from employees. I didn’t understand why they couldn’t just go to a strip club if they didn’t want to go home and f**k their wives. If strip clubs are too much, why not just go home and jerk off? They could sign up for Onlyfans content creators.

At this point after G’s departure, I kind of stopped keep tracking of my transfer requests. Once the supervisor position for my department opened up due to G’s departure, I had to sign up again just to make sure that I picked up from where G left off.