So, I'm back. It took awhile because the bullshyt place I was working let me go on account of some hot bullshyt. They entire way they let me go was some bullshyt. How was that, you ask? Lemme give you the rundown:
Chick had a vacation day scheduled. It happened to be on a Friday. Now...Chick ain't stupid. She knew some organizational changes were going to happen that meant she was going eventually get booted. However, I would have liked the courtesy of being told when. I knew the company was totally bogus on keeping its word to hire me permanently after hiring two other people to do the job I was doing and had full knowledge of. At least we know Chick ain't too bamboozled or stupid. Anyway, I the day I scheduled off was a Friday. That Thursday, I had the feeling I needed to take all of my stuff with me. After five months at this place, I knew it wasn't a good fit for me anyway, and I ceased to apply for jobs there. I had accumulated a mass o' crap: mugs, flatware, shoes (kept them under my desk so I didn't have to wear heels to work), snacks, and the general assorted bs. I was never quite comfortable enough to bring a pic of my children to work...besides, they were on my cell, which was enough for me. Something kept telling me to take my stuff home. And I was, little by little. All that week though, it was a nagging feeling, and I got quite a bit out without looking suspicious.
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I had a GREAT time with the BFF, caught a movie, had breakfast, visited friends. Hated to see the weekend end. Monday, I made the 30 mile (one way) trek to work. I didn't have a badge to get inside the building, so I did what I would normally do: called a permanent coworker to let me in at o'dark thirty. While I waited for entrance, I noticed there was a box o' stuff at the receptionists desk. I noticed there were some rather nice napkins and a mug that...wait....you guessed it...was mine. The coworker let me in. I asked him if I had been fired. He looked so bewildered, I knew he had no idea what was going on. Pretty soon other coworkers came downstairs. I had picked up my stuff and they ALL asked where the hell I was going. I told them that I had been let go, and instead of waiting around to confirm it, I was going home. Didn't matter, I was tired anyway. We exchanged phone numbers and email addy's and I was up and out.
I was heated, of course. Not because I had been kicked off the plantation. I was pissed the eff off because I put 60 miles on the Escape I didn't have to and got out of my warm, cozy bed simply bc I didn't get a phone call from the agency or the company in a timely manner. All day, those coworkers who had my phone number called me and told me they had no idea I was being let go. We met up for a happy hour, including the person who took over my job. They didn't even know they were taking over my routes until that morning when they showed up. Management kept EVERYONE in the dark about what was going on...or at least those people who knew me.
So, that was the end of that gig. Bullshyt? Definitely. But it gets worse. I applied for unemployment. The unemployment folks effed up and gave me more money than they ever should have in 2009. I tried to give it back. Filled out the appropriate forms, bought a cashiers check and took it directly to the cashier in person and explaiend what happened. They would NOT take my money at the end of 2009. So, I did what anyone would do. I spent that ish! I had a letter confirming I didn't owe them anything. Lo and behold, I got dinged for it when I applied this year for unemployment. Two unemployment checks worth. In the meantime, an agency I registered with called me for a position that I didn't feel comfortable with because I didn't have the expertise, which I explained to them, and also because it didn't pay enough money. The biyatch at the agency neglected to note I said I didn't feel comfortable with the job description and instead put that I turned it down solely based on pay. So my unemployment was denied. I have appealed the decision, sent in paperwork, and was supposed to hear from them last Thursday. THEY NEVER CALLED ME!!!!
Meanwhile a branch of the same agency called me up for a position about 20 miles from where I lived. It didn't pay as much as I would have liked, but it was something I could work with, so I wound up agreeing to interview. I got the job, and it's an indefinite time assignment. Who knows when it will end. But I'll still keep looking. My 24 y/o trainer sucks. It's in an industry I've never been in before, and she explains stuff like I should just know what it is. A lot of my job is based on the industry knowledge, even though it's just running reports. I don't get it, so the last week of my life has been trying to wrap my mind around the rationale for these reports. Everyone praises the person who was there prior to me bc she built the reports in excel, but the truth of the matter is there is a lot of unnecessary work. She should have built a database so her job wouldn't have taken that long, but then again...that's the bullshyt of job security.
I guess I should shet the eff up and be happy I have somewhere to work while I'm waiting on unemployment to do what they do...and I can pay my bills, although I can't have too much fun on this salary. Anyway, that's all for this bullshyt installment.
I'll update on the newest bullshyt news going on.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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