Ah, I am loved there. I am admired. Because I'm a hard worker and charming. As I talk to my coworkers, I smile at them, deliver compliments, and speak very intelligent like. Because I am very intelligent. I know it doesn't come across here on SC. I act different on the internet. But who doesn't? Chapo probably. Hahahaha!
I even arrange coffee dates with them. Do I like them? No. But, as long as I look good (not a person who stabs frogs as a hobby) everything will look fine.
I tell a majority that we're friends. We're not friends. One coworker, Gabriel, I have manipulated into giving me money and sympathy.
"Oh, Gabriel! I don't have enough money to pay my rent this month! I have no clue what we're going to do!"
"Oh, Gerard! That's horrible! How much do you need? I'll help you out."
"You don't need to do that," I reassured.
"You're my friend. You and Frank are such good guys."
"Well, I need one hundred."
And then I get money. I've done this a few times before. I'll need to pay him back in the future. I don't want him to tarnish my good name.
I plan taking on more work to get more money after Frankie and I tie the knot. I could actually write articles instead of just editing them. I might have to work weekends though. And I might have to work past three PM. But I get more money.
"Gerard is such a great person!"
"Gerard is so nice! He helped me in my garden!" (Yes, I know how to garden.)
"Gerard brought some popcorn to the break room!"
"Gerard, don't tell anyone this, but you're my favorite employee. You're always working so hard. You're so nice and positive." My boss said that. :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-) :-):-):-)
I could actually manage this place. I know everyone's job and I know how to better it. I can discipline. I can have power!
I mean, there's always big company shit, but that requires more than what I can offer.
I've already gotten a raise. With my salary, Frank's salary, the money I receive from selling my paintings, and the money I manipulate people into giving me, I can save up for something big. Which is what I am doing. Not a new house. I like this house. A boat maybe? A beach house? A male strip club made for guys that aren't sweaty bodybuilders? Frankie said he'd like to own an independent guitar place thingy. Renting a building, teaching kids guitar, all that jazz. He teaches guitar at this music place. My baby's very talented. He says it's more of a thought and probaly won't happen. I mean, if that's what he wants, we could make it happen. Although, it would only benefit me financially. I do bring in 3/4 of the income, so I should have more input about what the money is spent on. (Frank, if you're reading this, no offence.)
I'm sitting on a Narc cloud as I write this. I might love myself a little too much. The majority of the population has self-esteem issues, so at least I'm not like that.
