So, after a long night of programming, I woke up and did some more. When I got up, it was requested that I head over to the office.
I drove over to the office and had a 5 hour discussion about the status of everything. Near the end of that period, it became obvious to both of us that this would not work.
He asked that I (literally) spend most waking hours of the day thinking about the development of our many business ventures. I had just detailed how most of my time was spent answering questions that pertained to nothing and that I had been spending most of my freetime doing the actual work. I have poured myself into this, created two new sites (and we aren't talking your average crappy website here, but serious Google-teleconference type stuff), and wasn't getting paid nearly as much as I could have been. He still had the gaul to pull this shit. And, he still wants me to stay on to "finish" things. I keep thinking: "Oh I'll delete everything on your server and every bit of code I"ve ever written and make sure that it can't come back, motherfucker!" But, I won't.
Now, I am drinking and trying not to get angry. Then, I get to go back to work and "finish up." Yay! Stupid people win again.
I drove over to the office and had a 5 hour discussion about the status of everything. Near the end of that period, it became obvious to both of us that this would not work.
He asked that I (literally) spend most waking hours of the day thinking about the development of our many business ventures. I had just detailed how most of my time was spent answering questions that pertained to nothing and that I had been spending most of my freetime doing the actual work. I have poured myself into this, created two new sites (and we aren't talking your average crappy website here, but serious Google-teleconference type stuff), and wasn't getting paid nearly as much as I could have been. He still had the gaul to pull this shit. And, he still wants me to stay on to "finish" things. I keep thinking: "Oh I'll delete everything on your server and every bit of code I"ve ever written and make sure that it can't come back, motherfucker!" But, I won't.
Now, I am drinking and trying not to get angry. Then, I get to go back to work and "finish up." Yay! Stupid people win again.
I rolled out of bed at 9:30 this morning realizing that I should have been volunteering since 8:00. So I threw on clothes and ran downtown.
My head was pounding the entire day and I was filled with worry over all of the emails and phonecalls I made last night.
The binge did actually keep me from getting angry or feeling too bad. It still sucks that I may not be able to go back and see my sister graduate in June. I am scrambling to find something else that will allow me to do that and maintain all the volunteering as well.
damn