It’s pretty nice to feel appreciated at work----that’s what I would be saying to you if I felt that way.
For the last couple weeks, (and really for longer than that, but I’ve really been noticing it lately), work has totally been giving me the shaft. Example: Two weeks ago, when we got like 7 inches of snow in 20 minutes or whatever, apparently the boss told everybody to leave early. Everybody, that is, except me---I sat here for probably an hour not knowing people had left, until someone was nice enough to walk through my half of the building and shut the lights off. Realizing what was going on, I then had to race out of the building before said person set the alarm.
Then, company Christmas party the following Saturday---I never even got invited. That doesn’t bother me as much, because I probably wouldn’t have gone anyway. But still......
And then that’s it for Christmas around here---no bonus, no gift, no “kiss my grits”. There’s a rumor of leaving early tomorrow, but it probably won’t happen. And even if it does, I doubt anyone will tell me about it.
Usually I wouldn’t care, whatever floats their boat. And it’s not like I need anything from work for Christmas, I mean sure a bonus or something would be nice…..it’s just that at every other job I’ve had, (and I’ve had some crappy ones..), I’ve been treated better than this. Talking to other people only reaffirms things---almost everyone I know either gets a little time off work, or a bonus, or even a Christmas ham—anything to make you feel remotely appreciated.
But the coup de grace, (and the reason for the ranting post, thanks for sticking with me this far) as the kids say, came just a few minutes ago. I ran into my boss’s boss, company president, down the hall. He was nice enough to tell me that since I didn’t have anything to do next week (what?) that I could work with the guys in the warehouse, outside!
Yeah, ummm…….no?
Whatever, I guess that’s it---I should be happy to have a job I guess, although with the way things are going I’m not gonna have this one for much longer. That’s my rant for the day, thanks for following along. If anyone has any advice, aside from the use of high explosives, let me know. It’s not that I’m ruling out the explosives, mind you, just keeping my options open.
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Yeah--I don't think there's an easy answer to be had. Just counting the days until I can look elsewhere I guess. I'd still like to work in a big office downtown, up on like the 40th floor or something. With people at least close to my age. I don't know why, nor what I would do, but I think it would be cool.
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