Hey, remember last week when I said I had decided to stay here until they MADE me leave?
Well...be careful what you wish for. I was officially terminated today.
Actually, in all honesty, it was kind of a mutual "fuck you." I had considered showing up at that meeting with my resignation letter in hand. But, as it turned out, that would've been unnecessary, since the only purpose of today's meeting was to have me sign my termination papers. I was sick of their gross incompetence, condescending attitudes, lack of support, and unrealistic expectations; they had grown weary of my independent streak and consistent lack of progress to goals. (I have a LOT I could say about that too, but whatever...it's all water under the bridge now.)
I SHOULD be upset and/or panicky right now, shouldn't I? I mean, I've got about $10 in cash left, half a pack of cigarettes, less than a gallon of gas, and a bank account that's overdrawn by $407. In other words, I'm flat broke, unemployed, with nowhere to go and no way to get there. (Yeah, taking this job worked out well for me, didn't it?) But...for some reason, the only feeling I'm experiencing right now is relief. No more call time, no more pointless conference calls, no more "progress to goals" reports, and NO MORE BOSS. Yes, things suck now, but I already feel as if a tremendous burden has been lifted...I can breathe again! The nightmare is over. Now I can go get a REAL job. I can go to work for someone who'll actually pay me what I'm owed, when I'm owed it, and won't mail it to an address two states away where I no longer live. Now I can go to work for an organization that I actually believe in and that's run by someone who actually has a clue as to what they're doing.
My boss, I'm afraid to say, is a post turtle. If you're not familiar with the term (it is kind of a country thing), I'll explain. You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he can't get anything done while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor dumb bastard get down. Hopefully, the Party will eventually realize this and replace him with someone who's actually qualified for the position; unfortunately, it won't happen in time to salvage my job.
Oh, well. I just feel sorry for whatever poor sucker gets stuck with this position next....
Well...be careful what you wish for. I was officially terminated today.
Actually, in all honesty, it was kind of a mutual "fuck you." I had considered showing up at that meeting with my resignation letter in hand. But, as it turned out, that would've been unnecessary, since the only purpose of today's meeting was to have me sign my termination papers. I was sick of their gross incompetence, condescending attitudes, lack of support, and unrealistic expectations; they had grown weary of my independent streak and consistent lack of progress to goals. (I have a LOT I could say about that too, but whatever...it's all water under the bridge now.)
I SHOULD be upset and/or panicky right now, shouldn't I? I mean, I've got about $10 in cash left, half a pack of cigarettes, less than a gallon of gas, and a bank account that's overdrawn by $407. In other words, I'm flat broke, unemployed, with nowhere to go and no way to get there. (Yeah, taking this job worked out well for me, didn't it?) But...for some reason, the only feeling I'm experiencing right now is relief. No more call time, no more pointless conference calls, no more "progress to goals" reports, and NO MORE BOSS. Yes, things suck now, but I already feel as if a tremendous burden has been lifted...I can breathe again! The nightmare is over. Now I can go get a REAL job. I can go to work for someone who'll actually pay me what I'm owed, when I'm owed it, and won't mail it to an address two states away where I no longer live. Now I can go to work for an organization that I actually believe in and that's run by someone who actually has a clue as to what they're doing.
My boss, I'm afraid to say, is a post turtle. If you're not familiar with the term (it is kind of a country thing), I'll explain. You know he didn't get up there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he can't get anything done while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor dumb bastard get down. Hopefully, the Party will eventually realize this and replace him with someone who's actually qualified for the position; unfortunately, it won't happen in time to salvage my job.
Oh, well. I just feel sorry for whatever poor sucker gets stuck with this position next....
phrogg:
I'm sorry to hear things melted down in Va. But, on the bright side, maybe you'll get back in time to get in on our little feeding frenzy here in SC. Mark "Eagle Scout" Sanford is cooked. God, what an empty suit the man is, and how many citizens are just now realising it...