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Wow; Thursday was at a suck level so low that I'd taken four times my normal dosage and still wanted to scream or cry at the drop of a hat. Or both. I was told to take a personal day Friday; all right, fine - you feel stressed and I'm not working enough? Great, send me home for a day. ... The rest of the day was spent telling me how much we needed to do Friday. Needless to say, I hauled my ass out of bed and showed up Friday. [After getting home at 11 the night before - from work. "You need to dedicate yourself to this place" is a bit of a slap in the face comment, sometimes.]
Friday wasn't much better - "I want you to leave at 3 with everyone else" translates into "I'm leaving at four and giving you things to do until after that." Que la fuck? I don't speak that language, it seems. o.o;;
[If you couldn't tell, work is somewhere in the sixth circle of Hell right now for me, and if I doesn't get better soon, I fully intend to reopen my Monster.com searches and see what else is out there. I loved my job, but the last 3 weeks have shown me that it is true, the promises they make, they sure don't keep very often. '>.<' Leave at 5 daily, an actual lunch break ... I think I'm going to just pull the bitch card soon and point out that if they expect me to answer phones during lunch, then they can expect to sign off on the overtime, salaried or not - per OSHA rules, I'm required a minimum half-hour break for lunch, or I get comped an hour of overtime if it isn't provided [this is POSTED in the office kitchen, no less]. And I'm not going to roll over on this like I usually do. Just because my supervisor never stops to breathe starting at the buttcrack of dawn doesn't mean I can do the same and remain effective for 8 hours (or 9, or 10...).]
I am at the end of my rope, here. I'm not sure I have the energy to even get up tomorrow, because I know it's going to be 8+ hours of hell on ice every day this week. And next. And the one after that. And the weekend we're supposed to move? Not without pay, sorry. I'm done with the pro-bono that catches nothing but crap lately.
I may have to write a carefully worded memo to my supervisor to try and give her some feedback without being antagonistic. (And there really is no way to call your boss on being a royal P.I.T.A. without being antagonistic, is there???) I'm sorry I slip up every so often, but for the love of Kee-rist on a pogo stick, threatening me with my job because I'm doing four times the work that "the old Britt" did is just crap. Pure, unadulterated, fresh-and-steaming CRAP. I'm sorry you're bitter and depressed, but stop taking it out on ME - I'm on your goddamned side!
Maybe I'm up on some sort of high horse, here, that I'll get told I knew what I was getting into, etc. when I signed the offer letter back in October, but I just feel used right now. Just plain unappreciated and used. And it's burning me out faster than anything else I've ever done, even that damn almost-thesis in college. And venting (carefully) to the ops manager really hasn't helped like I hoped it would - her solution is also to confront the problem head-on, which will result in me being (ta-daaa!) antagonistic and not on my sup's side anymore. Or something. I can see that I won't win, even if I step in to defend myself and succeed. Mom keeps telling me to start looking for another job, but I know I'll either find low-stress-decent-wages-no-responsibilities [read: boring as all fuck] or high-stress-for-crap-wages.
I suppose I'll just have to cross my fingers come bonus time and pray I can net a few bucks towards the car payment (or a much-needed night of Jello shooters and vodka-red-bull concoctions). [Then again, those are promised but not guaranteed, either. Oy.] It's about all I have to look forward to, right now.
Friday wasn't much better - "I want you to leave at 3 with everyone else" translates into "I'm leaving at four and giving you things to do until after that." Que la fuck? I don't speak that language, it seems. o.o;;
[If you couldn't tell, work is somewhere in the sixth circle of Hell right now for me, and if I doesn't get better soon, I fully intend to reopen my Monster.com searches and see what else is out there. I loved my job, but the last 3 weeks have shown me that it is true, the promises they make, they sure don't keep very often. '>.<' Leave at 5 daily, an actual lunch break ... I think I'm going to just pull the bitch card soon and point out that if they expect me to answer phones during lunch, then they can expect to sign off on the overtime, salaried or not - per OSHA rules, I'm required a minimum half-hour break for lunch, or I get comped an hour of overtime if it isn't provided [this is POSTED in the office kitchen, no less]. And I'm not going to roll over on this like I usually do. Just because my supervisor never stops to breathe starting at the buttcrack of dawn doesn't mean I can do the same and remain effective for 8 hours (or 9, or 10...).]
I am at the end of my rope, here. I'm not sure I have the energy to even get up tomorrow, because I know it's going to be 8+ hours of hell on ice every day this week. And next. And the one after that. And the weekend we're supposed to move? Not without pay, sorry. I'm done with the pro-bono that catches nothing but crap lately.
I may have to write a carefully worded memo to my supervisor to try and give her some feedback without being antagonistic. (And there really is no way to call your boss on being a royal P.I.T.A. without being antagonistic, is there???) I'm sorry I slip up every so often, but for the love of Kee-rist on a pogo stick, threatening me with my job because I'm doing four times the work that "the old Britt" did is just crap. Pure, unadulterated, fresh-and-steaming CRAP. I'm sorry you're bitter and depressed, but stop taking it out on ME - I'm on your goddamned side!
Maybe I'm up on some sort of high horse, here, that I'll get told I knew what I was getting into, etc. when I signed the offer letter back in October, but I just feel used right now. Just plain unappreciated and used. And it's burning me out faster than anything else I've ever done, even that damn almost-thesis in college. And venting (carefully) to the ops manager really hasn't helped like I hoped it would - her solution is also to confront the problem head-on, which will result in me being (ta-daaa!) antagonistic and not on my sup's side anymore. Or something. I can see that I won't win, even if I step in to defend myself and succeed. Mom keeps telling me to start looking for another job, but I know I'll either find low-stress-decent-wages-no-responsibilities [read: boring as all fuck] or high-stress-for-crap-wages.
I suppose I'll just have to cross my fingers come bonus time and pray I can net a few bucks towards the car payment (or a much-needed night of Jello shooters and vodka-red-bull concoctions). [Then again, those are promised but not guaranteed, either. Oy.] It's about all I have to look forward to, right now.
