That GM was kind to me like that in a same kind of way. And at least in the franchise I work at, it's not that rare. I heard horror stories about other franchises though. Anyway, he was also kind to everyone. That's who he is. Even the other people I looked up to at work didn't care how I felt as much as he did. Even compared to the Arby's supervisor BEFORE she became rejecting, the McDonald's GM was still better.

I couldn't have healed so quickly from Arby's if not for him. We talked about that old bag quite a few times. Also, when we're so short staffed that each person does 3 ppl's job, I woulda ran out of steam if he wasn't there. He was always the first to hear about my candy crush milestones. He said good job every time I beat a hard level or so many levels in a week.

I know what you meant when you said taken the wrong way. He used to call me "buttercup" and things like that. I now have a backyard full of buttercups. I lost count of how much I spent on those at Lowe's and Walmart. After I transplant those flowers from the pot into my backyard, I water them regularly and give them fertilizers. And it's sad that I have to keep good memories alive this way.

And I changed my first name to match his (only it's feminized). So sad.

If anything happens to me (e.g. car accident, cancer and other illnesses, heart problems), would he miss me at all? If I took a trip to Chicago south side and I got struck in a drive by shooting, would he care? I wouldn't WANT these things to happen to me, but life is random and unpredictable. I just want to learn to accept it if he wouldn't care no matter what. Then I can move on.