I am a young woman seeking better employment. A few months ago, my boyfriend and I moved to Athens from Atlanta. We moved here for his work, but I needed to find a job of my own. We stopped for lunch while applying to places and saw they were hiring delivery drivers. Having spent the last three days warming up to the idea of any kind of work, I decided to fill out an application while eating my sub. By the time we were finished with our food, the manager was sitting in the booth with us and conducting an informal interview. I took the work part-time and have regretted it ever since.
During the interview, my manager was very friendly to both me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend seemed particularly impressed, and even mentioned that he really liked her. Over the next few months, he would occasionally stop by for a quick bite, but only when my manager was working.
A concerned-looking co-worker told to me that our boss is polyamorous. Now, I don’t know much about it, but I think that’s just an excuse to be afraid of commitment. Anyway, it was none of my business until our Christmas party last month.
My boyfriend is normally not a socialite, but at this party he seemed as socially adept as anyone I had ever seen. It was really attractive. But he spent hours at the bar with my boss and her girlfriend cracking jokes, rubbing shoulders and taking shots. I eventually got so drunk and jealous that I sheepishly snuck off to the bathroom to call my best friend back home and cry. During my FaceTime sob-fest, the door to the ladies’ room swung open and two people rushed in, almost immediately slamming up against my stall door. I thought it was a fight. They moved their tussle to the sink and I, having hung up the phone by now, attempted to make an escape.
As I slid out from behind the stall door, I tried to avert my gaze, but couldn’t help but peeking. To my shock, it was my manager’s girlfriend rounding the bases with my own boyfriend. He was holding her up against the mirror, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Their kissing was so heavy that neither one noticed me. I didn’t know what to do, so I bolted from the bathroom and the party in a panic. My boyfriend never came home that night, and my manager has looked at me with judging eyes ever since. We still haven’t spoken about the party, and I'm not sure that I will ever be strong enough to.
My question for you: Do you have any tips for fluffing up my resume? I consider myself creative, but resume writing is hard, especially when you’re an out-of-towner. Any tips for landing my dream job in Athens?
There's plenty of work in this town, and you'll find a great job, but the first thing you need to do is shove your boyfriend into the Broad River.
J/K, Flagpole doesn’t advocate violence! But seriously, dump him and leave that job ASAP. There are plenty of places around that need delivery drivers. Polyamory is a real relationship model that involves plenty of commitment and compromise, but your boss and her partner are terrible at it. Calling oneself “poly” isn’t an excuse to wreck homes and treat staff like a harem. Behavior like theirs is the reason people associate the polyamorous relationship model with selfishness and dishonesty. They shouldn’t use the label or involve others in their messy shit until they know how to be respectful and responsible to their potential partners.
Quit that job and dump your boyfriend today. I need more specifics about your job history and career goals to give you concrete advice on how to doctor your resume and find that dream job, but I suspect you knew that. I think this is your sly way of airing out your cheating boyfriend and horrible boss in front of the whole town, and I must say, damn. You’re almost as petty as I am. I like you.