Scott is mean. He’s being unnecessarily harsh and hard on me, kind of like how my old boss, Andrew, used to be. And I guess since it’s Scott I’m taking it personally. I can take criticism, in fact I like it, but I feel like he’s just picking on me. And I don’t know why he would do that.
The other day I sent out a sales email to everyone that was super uplifting and motivational which I’ve never done before and it was totally out of my comfort zone. Scott replied all and said, “Reese, why did you forget to highlight these two performers? They should be recognized.”
And to me, his tone sounded harsh and it felt like he was trying to embarrass me by calling me out like that. But when I complained about it to Julie, she said, “Ohh. I don’t think he meant to be rude.”
So I figured I was overreacting. Another day, I sent him an email asking a question about one of the reporting systems we use. Scott always tells me that I need to ask him more questions and he’s a wiz at all of our computer systems so I figured he was the perfect person to ask for help. He replied, adding IT into the thread.
“I believe this message is intended for IT, not me as I don’t have time for these things. Will someone please help Reese?”
And again, I felt that was a little unnecessary. Scott always helps me with everything I need and actually gets offended when I don’t go to him. So I was confused.
On Monday, I decided to go see him in his office and confront him in person.
“Heyyy,” I sang, knocking on the door.
Scott glanced up at me and then back to his phone. “Hi, Reese.”
“What’s up? How was your weekend?” I asked.
He shrugged, but didn’t say anything.
“Nothing? I’m surprised you didn’t stay out until 4am!” I said. I leaned against the side of his desk.
He still didn’t say anything so I continued talking.
“I went over to Kendra’s to hang out with the baby. She loves me. We played dolls for like four hours straight. Would you be mad if I quit so I can be her full time nanny? She’s so cute.”
“Reese, I’m sorry, do you mind? I don’t have time for this mindless chatter with you today,” Scott said.
I was definitely taken aback by what he said, but surprisingly more hurt than mad. I got up and walked out without saying anything. Later in the day he texted me, “Did you respond to the email about the marketing photography?”
I told him that I did and he said, “The Reply All feature is there for a reason. Use it so I don’t have to chase you.”
Obviously Scott is not impressed with me in my new position thus far so I told myself that I just needed to try a little harder.
That night, my dad flew in town for a quick meeting Tuesday morning so we met for dinner. I totally expected him to ask about Brady and wonder where he was, but he didn’t. He wanted to know all about my new job.
“If you’re in over your head, you tell him, baby doll. He’s there to support you and make your transition easier, not embarrass you,” my dad said. I’d touched a little bit on how Scott has been talking to me lately.
“I’m not in over my head. I can handle it. I just think he’s mean,” I said.
“I don’t want anyone being mean to you. If I need to go talk some sense into him, you let me know,” my dad said.
I laughed. “There’s no need for that. You know I can handle myself. How’s Mom?”
So my parents are even more screwed up than me and Brady. My mom needed some financial help and my dad helped her out, but has been kind of holding it over her head for a while. But he would never directly ask her to pay him back and just complained to both sets of grandparents about it. It’s not like he even needs it that bad, he just likes to have something to hold over her I think. They still always have dinner together at either one of their houses or they’ll go out on the town for date night. And my dad will always pay plus he randomly buys her expensive jewelry and gifts. He even helped her get a new car. But then complains about Mom owing him money. It’s so dumb.
“Oh, she’s fine. More than fine. Now that she has a new toy to cruise around the city in,” my dad said. “She’s thinking she needs to head back to work. And that’s probably not a bad idea.”
“Really? Does she even know how to work anymore?” I asked.
My dad laughed. “She’d better figure it out. She still owes-”
I cut him off. “But she’s your wife so…”
He took a sip of his wine and then we changed the subject. We finished up dinner and I decided I’d walk my dad back to his hotel. And of course I cried when we had to say goodbye. I guess I’m just lonely because I haven’t seen my dad since last year and I don’t have much of a boyfriend anymore.
When I checked my phone, I had literally ten emails from Scott and two text messages.
“Can you respond to my emails?”
“Are you available? This is time sensitive.”
I replied, “Sorry, I just had dinner with my dad. He’s in town.”
“Not sure what that has to do with your work. You know it’s an important week for us and I do need your help. Thanks,” Scott said.
See how mean? On Tuesday, we had a bunch of meet and greets. Six of us went and Scott kept coming up to me to ask my opinion on things and just to talk to me and it’s like, don’t try to be my friend now after being mean to me. The six of us ended up going to dinner together and Scott made sure to sit right next to me.
“How do you think today went?” he asked.
And “today” was just like any other day and any other meetings. He just wanted to talk to me.
“Okay,” I replied.
“Are you feeling okay about everything? Your position and how things are going?” he continued.
Of course Scott would ask me a question like that when I wasn’t in a place I could be honest.
“Not entirely, but I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry,” I responded.
“Good. We can talk about it more at another time if you’d like. I do appreciate having you. I know I don’t tell you nearly enough.”
I just looked at him like, “Dude, are you serious?”
And he continued talking.
“Is your dad in town long?”
“No. Just one day,” I said.
“You’re quite lucky you got to have dinner with him then. I haven’t seen my parents in six years.”
I just looked at him. Six years is a long time not to see your family.
“But at least you have your wife,” I said.
Scott gave me a look. “You know how I feel about that.”
Later on, I checked my phone and saw that Brady had texted me. He sent me a picture of a work binder I’d left over that I use for some of my clients.
“Do you want me to do anything with this?” he asked.
It’s like he was kicking me out. I replied, “Can’t you just give it to me?”
He said, “Of course. I didn’t know if it was really important or you needed it now.”
To me, it kind of felt like he was putting the ball in my court to invite myself over. And I was willing to do that. So I said, “I’ll come get it tonight.”
After that I was ready for dinner to wrap up. But everyone kept talking and telling stories that didn’t need to be told. When it was finally time to go, Scott said, “Do you want to just share an Uber home?”
We live close enough to each other that Ubering together could make sense.
“I’m actually going to Brady’s house,” I told him.
His eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?”
I nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
When I got to Brady’s, he was so excited to see me. During our little time apart, it’s not like we were mean to each other or mad at each other. We still texted and talked regularly, just made no attempt to see each other and like I said, it felt deliberate. So it seemed weird that he was so excited to see me as if he couldn’t see me if he just asked.
“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever. It’s been like, what, two weeks?” he said.
“Two and a half weeks,” I corrected him. “Where have you been?”
“Where have you been?” he shot back at me.
“I’ve been around. You’re the one who hasn’t asked to hang out with me.”
Brady looked at me like he was so surprised at this conversation. “You haven’t asked to hang out with me either, Reese.” He almost like laughed. “You said you were swamped at work and needed to focus more. I thought that meant you’d let me know when you were available to see me.”
And it’s true – I did tell that to Brady, but what I meant was that I was swamped at work and needed to focus more – and nothing else.
“Why did you assume that meant anything other than what I said?” I couldn’t help asking.
“I don’t know.” He seemed at a loss for a words for a minute. And then, “I don’t understand why I’m getting blamed for doing the same thing you did.”
“I want you to like me as much as I like you. I just told you that,” I said. “You not trying to see me at all in two weeks tells me that you don’t want to see me. And that hurts.”
“Reese, I do want to see you. I can’t believe you’re even saying this.” Brady reached out to grab my waist, but I didn’t want to give in that easily.
“You’re terrible at showing it. It seems like you want to see Sydney more than me.”
He had the nerve to roll his eyes at me so I took that opportunity to walk away to the dining room to get my binder. I turned to leave and Brady was following me.
“Seriously?” he wanted to know. “Why are you doing this?”
“Admit it, you’re mad about the charity thing,” I said.
“I mean, yeah I was disappointed, but it’s fine. It isn’t a big deal.”
“And that’s why you avoided me,” I went on.
When Brady didn’t say anything for half a second, I said, “I thought so. Just call me when you’re ready.”
And I guess it’s a bit of a cop out, but I wanted to put the ball back in his court. I want him to flat out say, “I want to see you,” especially after what I told him.
But so far he hasn’t. Well, he did text me a picture of Tucker looking adorable on the couch with the caption, “Tucker misses mama.” But that’s not enough.
Anyway, I have to get going. Love y’all!