I’ve Had Enough and I’m Ready to Forget the Reasons Keeping Me Here*
Last night I wrote and attempted to post an entry about how much I now hate my job. I was doing it via BlackBerry thanks to a faulty internet connection, but there must have been some type of error; the post didn’t post and when I went to approve the draft today, it was all gibberish. I had already deleted the message on my BlackBerry and didn’t have a back-up. It’s probably for the best, but I had some good lines in there, dammit!
Yesterday was, simply put, a clusterfuck of a day in which I learned that the word “team” means just “me” (i.e., WordNerd will do all the work!). I am highly disappointed in a person who I thought was on my side. Our amiable work relationship will never be the same (he cannot buy me off with game tickets, contrite gestures, or anything of the sort), and I hope to be out of here well in advance of July, a month in which I’d have to travel extensively with him. I would love to rescind the invitation I extended to the wedding — if he can’t support me at work on a critical day, I don’t want him anywhere near a personal event.
I am handling the work just fine, but I will be taking several days off soon for several reasons:
- A day in mid-November in order to recover from these projects
- A week off the week of Thanksgiving in order to de-stress from work in general and to start my job search
- A couple of days of in December in which to dress shop with my mom and sister
- A few days around Christmas and New Years in order to ring in what will be the year in which a) I marry the most wonderful man in the world and 2) hopefully get a new job
I can’t wait to be away from here. I’ve reached the point of no return and the job, it has jumped the shark, it has!
