Grrrr

[angelchicken]

Same shit, different day.

Let me preface by saying I wasn't really sick yesterday. In case you were wondering "Hm. I wonder if AC is sick today?" (today being yesterday) the answer is no. I was playing Hookey.

I get in this morning and Bitchc*untwhore doesn't ask me how I'm feeling. What. Ever. I don't care. But, for some reason, I notice it.

It's just good manners, people.

I work. I get interrupted about a billion times, but I work. At one point I go out to reception to talk to my friend Aisha, the receptionist. And I here that Not only did Dina mock the fact I was sick but she also played the message I left on speaker phone and mocked me to the rest of the service center employees!!! "Oh, Anne won't be in today. She has a tummy ache. Probably because she eats so much"

Okay one? Acid reflux fucking sucks. I have called in sick because of it before. It is beyond miserable. And, funnily enough, it has to do with more than just eating spicy or heavy foods (neither of which I eat). It also has to do with STRESS! Why would I be stressed?

And it just dawns on me: What if there was a client walking by? I'm sorry, but the ethical violations astound me. She is my boss. I left her a message. I was (in theory) sick. And she makes fun.

I could get her fired. It's in the hand book.

But wait, there's more!

Right as I am about to go to lunch she suddenly appears in front of me telling me I did something wrong and Mr. M is really upset about it. Yes. She comes up to me and tells me I messed up. No "Mr. M is upset. What's up?" Not even giving me the slightest benefit of the doubt. Just "You fucked up" (again implied). And when I try to defend myself and tell her that the reason I might not have done it to his liking is because he basically threw papers at me saying "You know what to do" and when I said "Uh, no?" he didn't actually take the time to explain because he is doesn't want to be billed for the time (which he sure as hell would be). Of course, if he took the time to explain it would go a lot faster for him because I wouldn't get it wrong the first time. Try explaining that to a crotchety 70-something-year-old jackass.

And then, when I tried to defend myself to C*nt-face she a) didn't listen to my explanation and b) told me I was being rude when I started getting upset.

It was only by my mother talking me down that I didn't quit as soon as I got back from lunch.

I also called the temp agency and asked if there was anything could she call me, I'll be available as soon as she needs me (to which she replied - you will be first on my list)(and I got a message from her tonight that she might have something for me starting soon) and then called GIA and thanked J again for the interview and taking the time to meet with me and everything. I made an effort in hopes of getting hired because if it.

There is a very very distinct possibility that I will be quitting my job tomorrow. I am filled with cheer.




Melanie,

I quit. And it breaks my heart a bit because I really do love the job. And I think I could be very good at it. And I know that when I started I said I would stick around for at least a year, but circumstances have made me realize that I can not work in this environment any more.

I have never been on to tell tales out of school in the work place [mixed metaphor? Maybe. Oh well - AC]. I think it is adolescent and screamingly unprofessional and does nothing but make me, the tattler, look bad. I own up to my mistakes. And I know that I learn from them. But I have to tell you, I have never had as mean, spiteful and offensive a boss as Dina.

I like to think I am a nice person, maybe a bit of a push-over, but nothing too bad. And I know that I get along well with people. I have had about four jobs since I left college, and at every one, even Rapaport, where I was laid off, I have been respected because I am known to be a hard worker who learns quickly and gets the job done. I am smart and quick on the uptake. I'm good at what I do, no matter what I am doing. And I have never, ever had a boss who looked down on me or picked out my faults. And I have worked with people who I was warned away from. People who other employees couldn't stand.

But Dina has managed to be my breaking point. I go into work worried about making a mistake because I know that she will immediately pick up on it and point it out loudly and repeatedly. She had made me doubt my self worth and my capabilities to do pretty much anything and she is screamingly hypocritical. She points out my mistakes so to mask her own.

I know that I could have done a very good job here if given any sort of direction. If I had been taught things instead of learning them myself. I fit in with the clients. They like me. A lot. And they think I do an incredible job and am very helpful. And when Dina says that I have to be particularly careful around a client because they are so-and-so or something I want to laugh because I grew up with so-and-so. I am comfortable with CEO's and high end dealings because that is kind of my life in Chicago. I am liked and respected by people who could buy this entire business without batting an eye [okay. I probably won't say that. But I'll be thinking it].

But to work in a place where my boss talks behind my back to the other employees and possibly clients is just obscene. I have far too much self respect for that. Last week I made an inquiry, and I have already been on three interviews and should have a job by the end of the month [I hope I hope I hope]. The job really wouldn't have been too high stress. I have worked in high stress jobs. I have walked down the street carrying half a million dollars worth of diamonds in my purse and I didn't bat an eye. I started working in diamonds, something I knew nothing about, and flourished.

So know, I'm not leaving because I can't do the job. I know that I am more than capable. I am leaving solely because of Dina. And I know that other people have left for the same reason. The fact that she can treat people the way she does and get away with it is horrifying to me and I'm not going to deal with it any more.

So I am doing something I swore I would never do. I am quitting. Flat out, not coming back quitting. I'm not giving notice or time for you to prepare. I can't deal with this shit any more. I am truly sorry it didn't work. But I guess it wasn’t meant to be.


And now onto the Happy things! Whee!

1) I went in to finish my interview this morning. And I kicked ass. I had to show my color competency by taking four different boxes with a spectrum of colors on little pegs and put them in the right order. Every spectrum was 20 pegs, and I only got five wrong. And that is so fucking great- especially since it was like a spectrum of pink to purple and green to blue. Yay me!

And I asked Vinny, the test guy, when I might hear back and he said that I was the first interview but truth be told it looked really good for me. I did an excellent job (Yay! I knew I knew my shit!)! So I am all a-squee over that.

2) I got a message from Temp lady saying that she already has two possible jobs lined up for me if I am interested and could I e-mail her my résumé so se can send it in? She said I sounded slightly frantic on the phone (which, truth be told, I was) this afternoon and that she wanted to find me something as soon as possible.

3) I talked to Head Hunter lady and she said that she might have something else for me, too and that any one would be lucky to have me because I was obviously poised and professional and very adept.

4) My mom told me that one of my best friends from High School called to see if I was oing to the reunion! I haven't talked to her in years! I am so, so excited to hear from her! Yay!!!!!

So, there is good. And I am still basking in the happiness of Angel.
And just think, soon you won’t here any more about my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad boss.

Unless, of course, I end up in a different job with an equally bad boss (there is no way that any one could be worse).