Instead of bonuses for February (you know, what people actually WANT), they opted to take us out to dinner. We were originally slated for Jonathan's Cork. I had never been and was eager to try it out, even if I wasn't going to have the best company for the evening. Lemons - lemonade. I even picked out three different glasses of wine I wanted to try out.
Monday morning, I headed over to 4th to pick up some bread and ham and was told that we weren't going to Jonathan's Cork. I only found this out because I asked if the Cork was dressy or what. "Oh, didn't A tell you?"
"Uhhh, no. This is the first I'm hearing of it."
"Yeah, we're going to blah blah Mexican cafe."
"But. But. I wanted to eat ostrich!"
Ok, I have now gotten myself hyped up for some cheese enchiladas. Those are usually pretty freaking delicious. I get a phone call. "We're going to Pinnacle Peak."
"Really? Do we have to?"
"I swear it won't change again."
"Um, if Uncle Mike is running the show, you never know how many more times it's going to change."
I've been to Pinnacle Peak before. It isn't really that good, but a free steak is a free steak. Even if you have to put steak sauce on it to make it palatable.
Here's the great part. I had been told that it was ONLY for managers. And Uncle Mike. The comptroller is there with her partner. A brought his wife. Uncle Mike brought his girlfriend. And the Bway store manager brought his wife.
I can't explain how much I really dislike this woman. Really. Really really really.
I'm civil with her because of who she is married to and his family. I have to work near her husband and with her sister-in-law and I like them both very much. SIL knows that I'm not the biggest fan. Of course, she didn't warn me. That wasn't very nice. I stared at her later in the evening (we went out to a bar after dinner) and I got my revenge that way.
Thankfully, I was at the other end of the table with her husband and A and the comptroller's partner and didn't have to talk to the wife or Uncle Mike. I think I would have feigned a migraine had it turned out differently. "Yeah, I'm just gonna take this to go. My head is really killing me all of a sudden. I think it's the smell of the smoke from the fire pit or something. Or all the bell clanging."
I'm going to file my state taxes tonight and really put some muscle behind the business plan for posb owning coffee shop. I need out from this company in the worst freaking way.