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its that time of the year again
Jul. 8th, 2007 11:37 pmFunny how I end up upending my life almost after each birthday.
I made the decision to stop hiding my queerness from my mum on my 17th birthday and started looking at resources to make it possible for me to survive.
I've changed my major a week after my 19th birthday.
I've started this job a week after my 21st.
Now its the week after my 22nd , and I've sent my resume to Linda to see what her mum wold be able to do. I'm sick of this job.
Actually , to be honest it's not the job that I'm sick of , but rather my boss. She is never pleased, and whatever I do is wrong, even if I follow the directions to the letter. She is the most inconsistent and disorganized person on the planet. She changes her mind fifteen times a day, and if you are still on change number 12, you're risking public humiliation and being talked to like a child.
She keeps on dangling the carrot of management in front of me , but has yet to raise me , and won't give me the chance to actually manage. It's hard to have any authority when every second word out of your mouth is declared wrong , even though the " correction" is essentially the restatement of the thing you've said. She gave me the up or out ultimatum , but what she wants, I think is someone doing the management job for the salesman salary. I won't be that patsy.
When she was in LA, the job was fun. Now I come home angry every day. She's starting to fuck with my mental balance and self esteem. It's time to stop giving a shit about her , or the business, and put myself first.
So the resume is making rounds. We'll see what happens. Worst case scenario, I'll take out the dread loan and just finish school in one fell swoop.
Opinions?
I made the decision to stop hiding my queerness from my mum on my 17th birthday and started looking at resources to make it possible for me to survive.
I've changed my major a week after my 19th birthday.
I've started this job a week after my 21st.
Now its the week after my 22nd , and I've sent my resume to Linda to see what her mum wold be able to do. I'm sick of this job.
Actually , to be honest it's not the job that I'm sick of , but rather my boss. She is never pleased, and whatever I do is wrong, even if I follow the directions to the letter. She is the most inconsistent and disorganized person on the planet. She changes her mind fifteen times a day, and if you are still on change number 12, you're risking public humiliation and being talked to like a child.
She keeps on dangling the carrot of management in front of me , but has yet to raise me , and won't give me the chance to actually manage. It's hard to have any authority when every second word out of your mouth is declared wrong , even though the " correction" is essentially the restatement of the thing you've said. She gave me the up or out ultimatum , but what she wants, I think is someone doing the management job for the salesman salary. I won't be that patsy.
When she was in LA, the job was fun. Now I come home angry every day. She's starting to fuck with my mental balance and self esteem. It's time to stop giving a shit about her , or the business, and put myself first.
So the resume is making rounds. We'll see what happens. Worst case scenario, I'll take out the dread loan and just finish school in one fell swoop.
Opinions?
