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Wednesday, 20 September 2006 01:33:18
Please don't read this if you don't want to be depressed. I was called into a mandatory department meeting yesterday. I'm in a small department of about 12 people and one manager. We were all sitting there about to begin when a senior manager & the head of HR walked in with somber faces. That's when I knew it wasn't going to be good. While the HR person took a seat several feet away (as if to serve as a witness), the senior manager put on his Serious & Disappointed Face and proceeded to: 1. accuse us of things that weren't true 2. threaten to fire us 3. demand a loyalty oath from all of us Can you believe that? I was dumbfounded. After the senior manager left, we calmly explained to our manager what the real facts were, and I thought we cleared the air. I told myself it doesn't really matter if some idiotic senior manager who doesn't know me questioned my loyalty to the company. Those who know me don't have to ask. Then, today, my manager demanded to know if I'm on board. This is the same woman who was my co-worker when I started out eight years ago. Since she always got Friday afternoons off, I usually had to deal with company deadlines by myself every week. Whenever I commented to her that I'd had to put in a lot of overtime to meet a particular deadline, she'd scoff and say, "Why did you do that? They shouldn't expect you to do that." Now, that same woman wants to know if I'm loyal. This is betrayal, in my eyes. Call me melodramatic if you want, but this and other managers have often commented on how hard I work, as well as how conscientious and reliable I am, but now they don't seem to know if I'm loyal unless I proclaim it to them. I'm so depressed. There aren't many good jobs in this rather small town so I have few options, but believe me, I'm going to explore them now. Now I have to face this person (whom I sit beside) tomorrow and all the days after that. She obviously thinks being a manager is more important than being a human being. I used to think she might be my friend, but I'm not under that illusion anymore. When I told her in an e-mail that I was disappointed that she had to ask if I'm loyal, she got all huffy and again demanded an answer. I typed one word: Yes. In other words, I lied. For the first time ever in that job, I lied. I hope she's happy. I'm sure not.
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 02:33:35
So chapter 5 is up. Chapter 6 is done. And chapter 7 is almost complete. Of course, I'm really not sure where I'm going to go after that, so it'll be interesting. I have a few ideas, but I can't wait to see how it all turns out. This story has really taken a life of its own, and I'm just enjoying the ride. For now.
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 14:35:05
sorry it's one of my English classes vocabulary words and I love it....just thought I'd share:) Also great joke( keep in mind I am a former cheerleader) How many cheerleaders does it take to change a lightbulb? One- she stands in place and holds the bulb and the world revolves around her:)
Wednesday, 20 September 2006 21:23:02
So, my overall opinion of the con? Less queuing because I went to see/get photos with/autographs from only Christina and Gigi this time around; lots of old and new and never-seen friends encountered; more talking to various folks during the day; more time spent in the talks - all good. The negative? The parties. For starters, the oh-no-not-that-song-again problem; I mean, once a con would be fine, but the same dozen plus songs and their accompanying dances every damn night? Too much. Add to that my realisation (at the worst possible time, really) that (me + loud music + dancing) = plenty not-fun. You can barely talk to anyone, they'll never hear me because I tend to speak quietly, and I don't really enjoy dancing as I'm not any good at it. All of which leaves me sitting there unable to hear what anyone around me is saying and then being left behind when they all go for a jolly dance with all the other people having fun. Hence my distinct out-of-sorts-ness every damn night, which, to be honest, is my own stupid, masochistic fault. Which brings my overall feeling of the con strongly into the negative, sadly. It might even dissuade me from attending any others. ... Now, that's what I wrote earlier today. What do I think now? Much the same, but slightly less black. As I said, it was entirely my own fault, after all. No one made me stay in there. It's just my usual sort of stupidness. I'm big on that. Heh. Loved meeting everyone, anyway :biggrin: And all those pictures of people being hugged by Jewel makes me want to be there for that next time around :wink: