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As if I my day at Gig #1 wasn�t shitty enough, Gig #2 delivered the coup de gr�ce. One minute I was filing charts, the…

by j. brotherlove

As if I my day at Gig #1 wasn�t shitty enough, Gig #2 delivered the coup de gr�ce.

One minute I was filing charts, the next, I was in another impromptu meeting � or rather � “informal counseling” with my supervisor and acting manager to discuss dissatisfaction with my job performance.

It turns out the meeting we had last month in which they gave me additional duties and said we would “try them out to see how they work” wasn’t what it seemed. According to today�s meeting, these additional duties are “mandatory” and “have to be done” in order for our department to function.

WHAT?!

I tried to listen silently. But, I couldn’t help voicing that when I was hired these duties were not explained to me. In fact, my entire employment has been a piecemeal exercise in whimsy.

My AM (now sporting a bad weave instead of bad tracks) acknowledged that my training has been impaired “that�s why we’re having this informal meeting instead of putting a verbal or written notice in your file”.

WHAT?!

I sat there, stunned and pissed as my mousy supervisor acted as if she couldn�t understand why I couldn�t achieve all of the duties assigned even though she never fucking trained me. I told her I was not aware of this level of work when I accepted the job. She said she didn’t know what I had been told about the job when I applied but she had always intended for me to perform these duties. This is a lie. The truth is my supervisor wants to transfer to a new facility being built closer to her home and she will say and do anything to appeal to our AM and not jeopardize her transfer.

“I don�t know what anyone told you about this position,” she said, “because I never interviewed you, remember?” I swear, I almost leapt out of my chair and strangled her because her implication was that Ex Lover had falsely described the job when he offered it to me. I replied, very sternly, “What are you talking about [bitch]. I was only told that you needed help in this department. You told me what my duties would be and they didn’t look anything like this.”

My AM interrupted to say that whatever the case is, she needs me to perform all of these duties every night and if I cannot, then I need to make a decision as to what I want to do in regards to working in that department.

At this point, I nodded so that the meeting would end. I have been so spoiled by earlier supervisors and managers who were on top of their game that I didn’t know what else to say. How did I end up with two dangerously inefficient managers? Or as the Pet Shop Boys (and Dusty) said: �What have I done to deserve this?�

I have never had a disciplinay meeting of this sort. Sure, I have gotten verbal warnings regarding punctuality, but this?. I am so angry and yet, I don�t have a lot of experience with anger. I feel like damaging something�someone�is that normal?

I have three weeks until I am able to post for another position. And there�s no guarantee that there will be any positions of interest of if they will even hire me. I am so close to walking out. Will I make it?

Until then, I am going on a sabbatical after works(s), tomorrow. I will be ensconsed in an undisclosed location to get in touch with my emotions, goals and action plan. I may post; may not. Hopefully, when I return (possibly Sunday), I won�t be some asshole who marches around hurting people�s feelings out of retaliation.

But right now, I hate everything and everybody that/who has caused me even a modicum of discomfort or unhappiness. This is not a good feeling. I hope the Southern Comfort takes affect soon so I can fall asleep.

Yeeesss…I can feel it, already…

Astonishing. I’d be breathing fire if I were you. Kudos for just reaching for Southern Comfort. More kudos for moving toward that after-work sabbatical. It’s just a job. Your peace of mind is more important.

George is right. It’s just a job.

But I know how that is. Sometimes, the stuff that happens in the workplace can be the MOST frustrating stuff ever. One of my pet peeves is in fact, supervisors who are not clear about their expectations from jump. So I feel your pain brother. We could swap stories. *chuckle*