The Breakup

Yesterday was the day that Ernie and I ended our 8-month relationship.

Just like a real breakup, I was a bundle of emotions. It makes little difference that I've known my situation doesn't exhibit the qualities of a healthy relationship or that I'm exuding far more effort than he is. Then there is the age-old question: if this is how he treats me now, what will our relationship look like in the future?

I called him at his new wireless store location. Shockingly, he answered! I requested to set up a time that we could discuss details of the job offer. He responded that he is stationed in a new store now and that there aren't any positions currently open. He knew of two open positions in the original store, though, and asked if I could come in for an interview there on Thursday. His proposed plan would discard me into the hands of a new manager, leaving me to restart the hiring process with an initial interview.

I calmly explained to him that I have no interest in interviewing a 3rd time for a position that I've already been offered twice. For a company with such high ranking customer service, I find it incredulous how low of a priority they place on potential employees. More personally, I find his behavior to be astoundingly unprofessional. When I told him this, he replied, "Well, that's sales."

Our conversation lasted 10ish minutes, and though I was extraordinarily composed, he never even hinted at making an apology. I feel proud of myself because I both outdid his level of professionalism and fully articulated myself. After 8 months of discussing this position, all we could manage to end our conversation with was an inauthentic, "Take care."

My initial reaction was anger. Then I hung my head and cried. I coaxed my sadness away by reminding myself of all the neglected promises, false hopes, excuses and how I never felt like a priority with him. After all of that? I made myself a Malibu Baybreeze and watched the season premiere of Glee. Because I'm over him and he didn't deserve me anyway.