Confession: I love the movie The Devil Wears Prada. I don't know what it is about this movie that I love so much. For those who have seen it, I'm sorry, but you are going to get a little of an over view.
The movie is about an assistant for the editor of Runway. This woman, the editor, is crazy. The world revolves around her and she always gets what she wants. Even though she is Cruella DeVil (101 Dalmatians) everyone seeks for her attention and approval.
Well, the assistant to this devil woman becomes close friends with another employee of runway. This man has worked for Runway for a long time. He has dedicated his life to the magazine. Towards the end of the movie this man "secretly" tells the assistant that he was promoted as a partner for this great designer. Apparently it's like a really big deal and something he has always wanted; the devil woman is the one giving him the promotion.
A lot of things happen which would be way to complicated to explain, you should really just see the movie, and right when devil woman is supposed to publicly announce the man's promotion she announces that someone else will be getting the promotion and the man is stuck giving his life to Runway with out any promotion. The assistant looks over at the man to see what he thinks. The man smiles and says, "She'll pay me back one day." The assistant says, "You sure about that?" The man says, "I can only hope." *or something like that*
Every time I watch this I just think, "WHY WHY WHY? do you stay with this awful company. I know you love it but is it really worth it?"
I recently started actively looking for another job. Michael and I just aren't making enough money and I'm tired of my roads to nowhere and empty promises. I've worked for the company for 1 1/2 years and I work very very hard. My work is so important that my boss actually, not just jokingly, wants to schedule me 7 days a week. We compromised with 6 days. When I first transferred from the baking side to the retail side I was told that I was going to be a manager. But then my Cruella DeVil decided against it. His explanation was that another supervisor wasn't needed. Then, a supervisor quit because she needed to take care of some family business. Ya, PERFECT opportunity for LuLu. But then I figured out that I wasn't being considered for this position. I ASSUMED that Cruella had decided that he was just going to bring in another supervisor from another store or just let Alameda suffer.
SO...I was just offered a job as a sales manager. AFTER training I would make a lot of money. But there are a lot of "if's" that are making Michael and I really think about whether or not this new job is right for me. One of the things that I think about when deciding whether or not I want to take this new job I took into consideration the fact that I LOVE Panera. I love the bread, the idea, the food, the people, I love the company; I believe in the company. I decided that the best option would be for me to talk to my boss so that I could figure out if I could get that supervisor promotion now because I know they are looking for one. I thought about it all day at work and finally sat down with my boss, who I want to clarify is NOT Cruella, and let him know exactly how I feel about the new job offer compared to Panera. I told him that in an ideal world I would stay with Panera and get a promotion. I told him that part of the reason that I was actively looking for another job was because I was not being considered for that supervisor position. My boss then told me that because he respects me he wanted to tell me something privately and he didn't want me to find out the hard way. Apparently, this is hard to type I have to keep wiping tears, my Cruella has already decided to promote another associate who works at my same location and has worked for the company 1 yr less than I have.
I don't understand and I'm so upset. But, I love Panera. So I will hide my tears, hold my head up high, and keep going to work because I LOVE Panera and my Cruella will pay me back some day. Am I sure about that? I can only hope.