Joby Job
Starting next week, guess who's going to start getting a paycheck every Friday again... GUESS WHO! I'm so excited I can barely contain myself.
March 17, 2006
January 09, 2006
Working Girl
First day at new job. Miss waking up at 11am and playing on the internet, but a girl has to earn moolah. Bills and all that rot.
UPDATE: It blows. That's all, it blows. It blows big monkey chunks. I can't check my email from this computer, I cannot do anything. My shoulder is all tense again. *sigh*
December 26, 2005
The Explanation
I worked for a bank you see, it wasn't my choosen career path, but it's something I landed into when we got here. It's a privately owned bank which stresses nepotism and all sorts of goodies that having been public, most organizations wouldn't have gotten away with. I worked my ass off for the company and was pretty good at what I did ... then things started to change. Mismanagement ran awry. Another branch in CA closed and most of us were sitting around waiting for our severance packages.
The "bosses" were a spineless jellyshit (yes, that's spelled right) of a woman who cannot manage her way out of a flipping ice maze. Since we were in mortgage banking, there was a sales manager who's a lecherous creep that no one in the surrounding area liked. Quite a combo. Houses are popping up all around Washington state and there's a mass market for mortgages, yet we were getting 1-2 loans a day.
One day I went to work and the spineless turd was being particuarly unfair to a fellow co-worker and me being me and having this deep-seated sense of fairness, I decided to do something about it. I couldn't just go in her office and tell her off ... but the company was running this "Corporate Tagline" contest ... and I entered my submission, "{name of bank}...where the stupid thrive". I knew the moment I hit send, I was going to be in deep shit.
Didn't think I was going to be fired though.
But, the heads thought it was slander. Didn't even bother to question why an employee who's been dedicated and hard-working would do something like this. Who gives a shit anyway ... not to toot my own horn, but I really did help a lot of individuals at that branch, and no one knows the program that we enter our loans into like me. So, it's their loss. I could care less, although it did hurt like a sonofabitch when it first happened.
I didn't cry until I saw Nick; I'd called him while I was packing up my stuff and he came right over. When I saw him though, I broke down and didn't stop until Christmas Day. I just felt like I was disappointing him somehow. The one thing he kept on telling me was not to do anything to get myself fired.
All I know is, that as much as this sucks ass, we'll get through this. Ironically enough, it did bring us closer after a tough few months. It's going to take some re-evalutaing, but I've had enough of the Pacific NW. I asked him to move back east, I'm thinking Baltimore or Virginia. Ideally, I want to move back to NY, but realistically there are reasons why neither of us should be in NY.
Hope your Christmas was better than mine.
December 07, 2005
Migraines
Sorry, apparently I'm falling apart at the seams. Don't know if it's stress or just the weather, or what. After recovering from my neck issues and not being able to move as I once did, I was sick again this Monday. Started puking all over the place while at work (yum!) and had to leave early because I was going to do a self decapitation had I stayed.
In other news, nothing really happening, back at work and a co-worker claimed I'm "glowing". Interesting indeed.
November 14, 2005
Batty
This is my shirt for today. It's ironic and fitting... I am feeling batty and the word "batty" is slang in Guyanese for "ass". That's me today.
November 08, 2005
HEAD-SPLITTING
So, I'm sitting at work, craddling my head, afraid that it's going to explode if I don't physically hold it together. There's a copy girl who uses this screeching-nails-on-the-blackboard tape dispenser that screeches along while she packs copy packages of files to ship to the corporate office behind me. My head will explode.
I know I shouldn't be blogging about work, but when my co-workers decided that their time is spent better at the beauty salon getting pedicures, who am I to argue and I go along for a manicure. It really is that slow.
On the bright side, at least I can pick up bits of my brain with pretty coloured nails!
Nick always says look on the positive side of things...
October 20, 2005
Grr.
I'm not the type to bitch, complain and moan about work. My theory is that if you choose to go on an interview and accept the job at where you at, then you did it to yourself. Once upon a time at my company, I had fun doing what I did.
Then I got promoted.
What this means in the banking world is that you get paid more to do a lot less (ie: managers, supervisors, "VP's). At first, I thought "great!" More moolah but since this "promotion" occured five months ago, I realize that I may be going slowly crazy. I'm like one of those chickens/frogs/dogs/cats that people train to just peck at a keyboard/piano/whatever all day.
Needless to say, I'm frustrated beyond belief.
However, nothing beats a coworker who keeps on making an ass out of themself day after day. I get a giggle about that daily. Stupid people rule this world. GRRRRRRR!