I feel like rookie of the year

in my fifty third year

A few years ago, I thought I’d made it.

I thought I’d finally figured out this whole ‘income thing’.

I was asked to host a television show.

It seemed like the perfect fit.

It could have been.

But,

I worked with a man with an incredibly small penis.

He didn’t have any ability to see what I could bring, or what I knew how to do or even how to collaborate.

He was really really great at being able to tear me down, have me doubt my ability and question whether or not I brought any value to the table.

I hope he gets really bad ass herpes that slowly cause him to bleed to death.

Seriously.

I fucking hate the dude.

I was good. But working with someone who couldn’t see my strengths sapped my soul and made me question everything about myself

It’s ok though.

Now I’m OUTSTANDING at my job.

I’ve come in to this new profession of hosting people on walking tours of our city and I feel like rookie of the year.

People are noticing.

A colleague of mine commented on how I must have done this before because there was no…