I am writing these all at once, because I have absolutely nothing to do. Nothing. I work at a hospital and so everything is all Covid, all the time, and other meaningless stuff, i.e. what I do, just slows down. My coworker and I, let’s give her a name, shall we? Penny. Because that’s her name. Penny and I guilted the crap out of our bosses about working at home more because they seemed to think we needed to be here all the time, catching Covid, so that we can…I don’t know, be here if someone needs office supplies? We already worked at home one day a week, but when we’re here together we sit literally 3 feet apart and the reason I know this is I threw down a yardstick with more force than needed and pointed out that we were breaking our own rules on social distancing and the fuckers STILL SAID NO. Then they had a meeting with our VP and came crawling back saying we could work at home every other day. So now I’m here alone every other day, and while I like the quiet, I don’t have shit to do!
I complain, but I like working here. I’ve worked here three years, I think. Don’t judge me, you don’t know what year it is either. I believe I started here in January of 2019. I got laid off from Sprint in March of 2018 (please know that I am making these dates up to the best of my ability, but time began in 2020 as everyone knows and the beforetimes are a blur) and eagerly took one of the worst jobs I have ever had. My husband oh yeah I call him Paco, Jesus Christ, hold on I’ll get back on this, I swear. PACO is probably tired of hearing about this, but this job. OMG. It was a bait and switch, first of all. I was hired to be an executive assistant to the CEO, and I did none of that. Bait: a lovely lady, smart, professional, kind. Switch: drop a paper clip in her office and she turned into … I’m trying to get a metaphor here… eh fuck it I’m out of practice, a huge bitch. She raised her voice at me about dropping the ball on something I had no idea I was supposed to do and I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. I had worked there for six months. I’m not going to say in what field this job was, but it was one that I’d never worked in, okay it was Law, sort of. She wasn’t a lawyer, but her job was all about lawyers, and I can’t really explain it because I have a non-disclosure agreement, but anyway.
Here was the thing. Her sister was the HR manager, and her husband was the COO. So…who am I going to go to? “Hey, I have a complaint, your sister has a volcanic temper and I can’t hack that, now go talk about it over Thanksgiving dinner.” Her sister was also fake, okay anyway, I quit. I QUIT. Like literally walked in to talk to the dipshit HR Manager/sister and was talking to her about the problems and then just said, “You know what? I quit.”
I have never done such a thing in my life. I went back to my desk and wrote a quick resignation letter to the CEO, who replied that it was probably best (That has also never happened to me in my life) but I better remember I had to give three weeks notice and I’m thinking “Or what?? You’ll fire me? You’ll blackball me in this field which is the tiniest niche field in the entire law landscape? You’ll throw paper clips at me?”
Then I went home and told Paco what I’d done and he got so mad at me. Again, never happened to me in my whole life. That was a really bad day.
I don’t even want to talk about that conversation.
Anyway, I gave the three weeks notice and then I offered to stay until they got a replacement, since someone seemed to think we’d go broke if I went three weeks without a job. And then this job hired me, despite the fact that my previous job tenure was only nine months long.
I’ve had times where some disappointing things happened here beyond my control, but that interim job destroyed my self-esteem and self-confidence at jobs. I’ll never forgive them. Even though I don’t even remember their names now. It’s a lame grudge, but it’s my grudge.
Now I’ll write my next one. This is great! It’s almost lunch time!