Friday, October 10, 2008

My job hates me

Normally, I would have said, "I hate my job." But this week it has felt like they are trying to get me to quit.

Yesterday, I was so pissed off I told "them" (who is, in fact, the 23 year old boy who listens to me complain all day and treats me like he's my brother, aka my lead- Patrick) that I was leaving for lunch and never coming back.
Needless to say, an hour later I was back at my computer and I IM'd him: "I came back". His reply? "I see that," which I took (read) as full of sarcasm and i-knew-you-wouldn't-really-do it connotations. You might think you can't tell sarcasm from IMs or texts, but you totally can.


Anyway, the reason for my anger yesterday came mostly from my manager. She found it necessary to inform me that this year we would not be allowed to decorate the department for Halloween like we did last year. Just to give you an idea, last year looked something like this:
It was, I'll admit, extravagant and perhaps a bit over the top. But regardless, it was fun and festive and quite the talk of the company.
Anyway, my manager went on to tell me that this would not be happening this year and instead, she had printed some Halloween themed coloring sheets for the department to do as an alternative.
She also threw in some mumbo-jumbo about appearing to be productive and not wanting to look like a slacker department, in so many words.
So that, on top of last week's announcement that the monthly potlucks need to be re-evaluated and perhaps cut, pushed me over the edge. I already hate this place enough. The one day a month for our potlucks and the holiday festivities are the ONLY things that get me through coming back here day after day (Well, that and the fact that I have a new car payment).
I went home yesterday upset and not looking forward to the coming months, with all my plans and excitement for the holidays in the workplace crushed.

I came in this morning determined to put that all behind me. I was convinced that it was Friday, payday, casual day and I got to wear a scarf this morning...it HAS to be a better day!
Wrong.
Having resolved with myself that I would not be able to get off work for Christmas this year (thanks to a newly imposed rule at work), I decided to ask for just the day after Thanksgiving off.
Although I don't have the final decision yet, I was told that it will be highly unlikely that this will be approved, since another girl in my department has already been approved for that time off and me being gone would only leave 2 people to cover a 5-person function. Great.
So I wondered if this meant I could have Christmas off instead. However, I was again reminded that, "Didn't I have Christmas off last year?".
To which I stated to them (Patrick), "So that means I will not have off work for any of the holidays? If that is the case, I swear to you I am leaving and never coming back". He didn't have anything to say. I think he knew I was serious this time...
So I am sitting here, (im)patiently awaiting a reply to my time off request for Thanksgiving. If it is denied, I will consider December 19th my last day.

And in the mean time, I am spending the morning looking for jobs and updating my resume. *sigh*