…working for the man…
I work in corporate. I want to quit.
I thought it wouldn’t get any worse and the man bent me over and well…
Today, I learned that in 2010 I’ll be losing 10 vacation days. Well, they’re not really all vacation days, it’s personal days, sick time, all rolled into one. Instead of the 25 I’m accustomed to (only because I buy an extra week), I’ll get 15. This is because they’re cutting my allotted time down by 5 and I’m no longer allowed to purchase.
Oh and they’ve lessened the amount of our 401k match.
And employee health benefits are going up by a significant amount.
To cap this off — NO raises.
I’d like to tell my job to suck it. Thinking about it. If I run the numbers and it ends up positively, I’m going back to school full time, maxing out student loans and doing what I have to do.
…the nerve…
I guess I should’ve expected it. I go off to Vegas, have the best time of my life, come back home and within a week the Dr text messages me to see if I want to go to a function with him (and the other residents.)
Besides the obvious ‘hell no’ that I blurted out immediately after wondering why this fool was still texting me, I politely informed him that I was dating someone. He seemed a little shocked, I guess he thought I was going to stay single longer so maybe he could figure his shit out. I, on the other hand, spent a lot of time single (dated here and there) just trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted out of a future relationship. My last ex had me all fucked up, mainly because he had escalated things to a physical level. Instead of a let’s break up, he went the ‘if I choke you will you pass out’ route.
Needless to say, I am just not going to indulge in the Dr’s self-destructive pattern. If he had still wanted to date me, he should’ve said that. Instead, he left me a little pissed with a lot of free time on my hands. And Matt got to benefit from that — some say I should’ve never left him to begin with, but I still had some growing left to do.
…be good…
I’m starting to wonder what’s wrong with me since every person in my family ends each conversation they have with me saying “be good.” Those words, I swear will be engraved in my tombstone.
Perhaps, it’s because they know me better than I know myself. And they know that my mouth will get me in trouble.Today would be a perfect example.
Yesterday, I filed a formal complaint with Human Resources about my mid-year review. Only because there were a bunch of performance metrics that I hadn’t met because they were never revealed until September. Oh — and my mid-year review happened two months late.
I’m a numbers person. And well, the numbers don’t lie. So my review is what it is. However, not knowing what numbers I should be hitting, I couldn’t do anything about it. By letting me know what these numbers were in September, put me at a disadvantage because I couldn’t do anything about third quarter and doing exceptionally well in 4th quarter wasn’t going to correct the other three quarters of madness.
It was at this point that I just had to out my management as being frauds. Seriously, if I am/was as a bad of an employee as it seems on paper, then they should’ve written me up or coached me towards meeting standards. None of this happened.
So today, the CEO of our company came down to visit us (the Southwest District). I narrowly escaped being in an elevator with him (my badge thankfully did not want to let me past the security zone to get to the elevator). And then when his minions came to walk around my floor, I was thankfully on the phone talking to a client. It was perfect — because there were specifically questions I wanted to avoid. Mainly the question that’s basically “this is my company, how do you like working here?” I wouldn’t have been able to lie to save my life.
I’m as good as I can be for right now. Let’s hope that tomorrow isn’t that hard.
