I was called into the office and the manager spoke in rather loud abrasive tones with me. Apparently, he isn't too keen on getting calls from various important people telling him it is not acceptable to screw me over.

In his own words "a shit storm has been released" and he isn't terribly appreciative that I unleashed it. I have been told it is completely unacceptable for me to go "whining for help" because I didn't like the way he handled it. At this moment, I am easily the most hated person at the dealership. Even with my perky little boobs.

I am sure you are wondering why I am not reveling in the drama I have created. Because frankly, I am not like that. I hate the fact everyone hates me. I hate the fact I have to stand up for myself. I hate the fact that I have been there a week and a half and have created more controversy than some people will in a lifetime. I hate the fact that the post appropriate thing I can say right now is: WELCOME TO MY LIFE.

I have to face tomorrow bravely. Face it with confidence. Face it knowing I have done absolutely nothing wrong and that I have to stand up for myself. I have to keep my chin up. No being apoligetic. No dissolving into puddles of tears. I must be strong. I must speak my mind. I must be fierce. FIERCE! (I am pondering what I shall wear tomorrow that will clearly communicate FIERCENESS!)

Because I am Porkchop, I am woman, I can do this.