First off, sorry it’s been a while since I’ve written here. It’s been a rough going of things, personal life is up and down, and work, it’s just a mess, but it’s created more fun times with Fred to share.
Let’s start off with a catch up. It reached a boiling point with Fred where I sent an email to my boss describing how things have been, and stating that I need changes to be able to continue working. This resulted in a meeting. This meeting was basically just listening to me, then the one comment I got hooked on, and really irked me, was “He’s just upset that you went on vacation, so he’s probably just taking it out on you.”
Seriously!? Are you kidding me? This is all my fault because I went on a 4 day holiday? Note to self, never take a short holiday.
So this talking to lead to 1.5, almost 2 weeks of semi a semblance of peace.
Then…. BOOM! goes the dynamite.
Oh yeah. And with that, it’s on like Donkey Kong people.
It started with me coming in 5 minutes late due to multiple accidents on my way to work. I was told by a few coworkers, that right before I came in, I was thrown under the bus. Apparently, he told the team lead, that I’m in late everyday to work. What!? I’m that person that feels compelled to be into work at least 5 to 10 minutes early.
The next day, I came in (8 minutes early! ) and as I turn the corner to my pod, I hear, “Can we please have a meeting about cherry-picking from the inbox? I feel she keeps taking all the ones that she only wants.” I was 4 feet away on the other side of the cubicle wall.
Here’s the thing, when I was trained, I was told take the next email in the box, don’t read through, just get the next one. So I do, I’m not afraid to ask questions if it’s confusing me. However, when I get to the inbox, half of the messages are read, but not moved out, and he will have his name tagged to randomly on emails. Hmm. And I’m the cherry-picker for taking the next one in queue.
It wasn’t too bad the next 2 days, and then it was the weekend basically.
This week, uh oh.
Let’s start with Monday. Everything I do is wrong. Why is it wrong? Oh that’s easy, because it’s not done his way. It’s Fred’s way, or it’s not right. So everything I did was picked apart, and taken to the manger to show how bad I am. Yesterday (Tuesday), uh. Yes, uh. He cannot stay in his seat, everything I did, was pulled back, and taken to the manager. He managed to do a total of …. 4 things! Oh it was so hard to apparently, let me tell you. Also, if I was trying to get any assistance, I had to yell to get attention. Then it comes to today. The bloody wanker has become more devious. So devious that this needs a new paragraph.
Let’s start with the fact that when I left the night before, the email boxes were pretty much under control. I caught everything up before I left, despite this major influx of phone calls. There were about 10 total issues that needed dealt with. Want to know what it looked like when I came in? 50 some emails. about 1/3 of them were already read and nothing done with them. So, wanting to know what was going on, I looked at the sent box. Are you ready? 2 emails went out. 2! Bastage! I mean it too. Bastage!
But don’t worry, it doesn’t stop there. Not at all. He was at his desk for what, maybe 45 minutes total it seemed in the morning half, and slightly more in the second half ( this would be because the boss was gone after around 3). The phones were going off the entire time. In fact, there were times that I didn’t even put the phone back into the cradle after a call hung up and I was already on another one. Meanwhile, he had no calls. Oh he was logged in, but the child had his phone away the whole time. He decided his work was more important. His waiting for replies to emails. I was juggling 3 emergencies at the same time. It was insane. It took me forever to deal with things that should have taken 30 minutes each.
What is the point of all of this?
I have 2 agencies looking to place me now. The one that got me this job, it took me repeatedly going to them with my issues to finally take action. I’m unhappy. Work is literally battle grounds. Usually, I have headphones in to try and keep myself from turning into The HULK. I will, don’t doubt it, I’m way worse than Bruce Banner. But apparently Fred didn’t like it. So the boss told me to no longer use them. Now I have iHeartradio playing. It’s been on hard rock lately. It keeps me focused. Keeps the beast at bay.
Very much at bay.
I’m hoping that the agencies find something soon. I need out of there, quickly, or one of us won’t make it.