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Demotion...
crying crying crying
Last month, I got promoted which meant no additional pay, some days I had to work 12+ hours, some weeks were 6 day weeks, tons more responsibility, an impossible amount of paperwork, stress, and deadlines. All of that I had to do on top of my regular job which was also more intensified because we expanded our hours but not our staff, which meant I was working with one less person in the evening. sweatdrop
For the record, I worked my @$$ off. I decided that I wasn't going to kill myself over the deadlines, they just weren't feasible, but I did attempt to get as many of them done as I could.
I was buried in paperwork. Six told me that it was important that I get this stuff done so that we could look good for the main office and the funders. I told him that it was really hard because sometimes I had to make a decision between doing paperwork and helping people. Example: I have a deadline today on some report but someone comes in and says they need help with their resume because they have a job interview tomorrow. My natural choice is the help the person. He told me I needed to learn to say no.
So I told him no.
I will NOT put a piece of paper that no one will probably ever look at before a human being. It is against my nature and I won't do it. He said that I was making him into the bad guy and that the piece of paper will impress funders and I'll be able to help more people in the future. I said that I cared more about the one real person today than the hypothetical two people tomorrow.
Flash forward to this month. Six takes me into a meeting with him and his sidekick and demotes me. He tells me that I am lacking professionalism (yet I've done everything he's asked that I possibly could without word one of complaint). He tells me that he expects if someone isn't coming into work, they should call in and also arrange for someone else to cover for them.
I haven't missed a day. Here's what he's referring to: My car was in the shop (cost around $800) and my purse got stolen that night at work when they told me they were going to have to keep the car overnight (when it rains, it pours). So I had been frantically calling the credit card companies and my bank all night. I had no id, no money, and no transportation, but I had to figure out how I was going to get the car out of the shop that day, so I did what I could, I hopped on my bike and rode to the bank. Did I mention that I had two flat tires? Now, before I even left, I called in. I told them the situation and that I didn't know what time I would be in, that I had to go to the bank to get the situation under control. I said that I had no idea how long any of this would take and that I was going to be very late, but I would be coming in.
Now the bank is by no means on the way to work. I hadn't even ever been to this branch office before and I wasn't positive about how to get there. So just the way things were going, it is only natural that I get lost on the way. I called and informed them that my delay to work was going to be even longer. Trust me, I was NOT doing this on purpose. It was hot and humid and I was honked at and propositioned the whole way. So anyway, after riding my bike from one side of the highway, to the bank, from one end of the projects to another (and over the river and through the snow), I made it there three hours late. BUT I MADE IT. gonk
Anyway, this was my unprofessional and irresponsible behavior. You know what? Next time I tell someone to steal my purse, I'll make sure they don't do it on the same day I have my car scheduled to break down. stare
Anyway, back to the meeting... He cut my pay. by. one. third. He put me back, no, not even BACK, he put me at LESS than I started at four and a half years ago. One thousand less a month. TWELVE THOUSAND LESS A YEAR. Then he asked if I wanted to talk about my feelings.
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@#$%!!!
I could have shown just how "unprofessional" I was at that moment and said the above expletive, but I said, "No, this is a lot to process and I'm going to need a little while to think about it. Is there anything else?"
And he still hadn't signed my vacation paperwork. I had the great idea to cancel my vacation and get the money instead, but that idea got vetoed too. He said I really needed a vacation. I told him, no I really need the money now more than I needed to be sitting around for two weeks thinking about how I couldn't afford to do anything on the one vacation I've taken in four and a half years. So yesterday he told me that he really needs to sign that. He still hasn't. My vacation starts a week from Sunday and he won't be back in until Monday. It's a good thing I wasn't trying to PLAN anything. So I won't be tiling the floor here. I'll be spending the time looking for another job and eating ramen. Fun vacation, huh? It's a far cry from doing the tango in Buenos Aires.
Not ten minutes after this meeting with him, a kid spits in my face. Okay, I don't need anymore signs, thanks. I was wanting a sign of where to go next, not more signs to get out. I feel so unappreciated.
I love ramen noodles. (Maybe if I tell myself enough, it will become true.)
XOXOX
Loch
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eHarmony has mismatched me 103 times!
Dancin': 47 | Dog walkin': 145.5 | Total: 192.5 miles
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