I started a new job this past summer. I've needed to vent and then I saw this thread brought back to life.
Where to start, where to start....
I was hired based on a certain knowledge I have but no way to 'certify' it. They want to send me to school for that. They still haven't, but at there request, I have held several classes and meetings and 'faked' my way through it all, even though my boss and the CEO know better. I'm doing 'beautiful' powerpoint presentations and the whole nine yards. Handouts, questionaires, etc. AND IT'S ALL BULLSHIT!
I got a Christmas bonus. They didn't tell me I was getting one or do anything to even hint at it, it just was handed to me with my regular check. They don't tell you anything. Since, in my mind, I have not done ANYTHING but fake these classes, I must assume the bonus was for that. Otherwise, I have to assume it's hush money.
I got a raise at the beginning of the month. After only 6 months. And not a cost of living raise, or 3% raise. Try 10.8% raise. AND THEY DIDN'T TELL ME. It was just there. I had to ask the controller.
I'm thinking I work for Scientologists, as everything is a secret and I keeped getting perks and stuff for doing nothing. I figure at this rate I should reach level 37 in a few months and get to see those psychiatric documents Tom Cruise was so excited about on the Today Show. I'll tell Barbarino you all said 'Hey.'
I had to explain to the CEO today that EVERYONE in the company has the same email password. He didn't see the problem as he felt anyone who wanted to figure it out would have to go to too much trouble to hack it. TI have to be careful here, but let's just say, the password may as well have been '1234'. In fact, it's even MORE obvious than that. That aside, I said 'What about the managers who already KNOW it...what if one gets a bug up his ass and decides to turn it over to the competition (very cut throat business, I'm in.) Then he said not to worry, because it's not the actual email password, but the MASTER to ALL email and the sever. Sigh. I had to then show him how I can pull up ALL the emails, business and personal. After I explained how this was possible and any 10 year old could do it with little to no effort, he had all the passwords changed. I guess he decided it was worth it to protect a multi-million dollar a year company. Maybe I will get another bonus.
I started out really liking this job. Now I find myself wishing I had gotten laid off instead of a raise. I have all the authority to do what I want as the vice-president, but constantly have the vice-presidents foot on my throat. They keep throwing me into impossible situations to fix, start, sort, whatever, and I can feel my blood pressure either soaring or wanting to bottom out. I am in pain...PAIN 24/7...I could eat percaset all freakin day and it would only make me not care about the pain but not make it go away at this point. I HAD an oppurtunity to get surgery but was convinced I should wait and now the oppurtunity is LONG freakin g gone and I don't see it coming around again unless my back blows the hell out...which it will and I pray for on a daily basis just to be done with it. I work 16 hour days, miss my kids, and am sick and fucking tired of fast food, restaurants, and hotels. I'd kiss skinhits ass to be able to just work from home, spend more time with the kids, and not feel like I am a mental case about to explode and have a complete breakdown.
And this is just work. I get to go home to my mother-in-law, who broke her leg in 4 places on my front lawn two weeks before Christmas and now LIVES in MY recliner. I have missed the last two weeks of HOUSE MD because she wants to watch the The Bachelor. This is the same woman, when over hearing my wife and I discuss living wills and my desire to not have her take care of me if it comes to that, offered...no ...joyfully stated 'Don't you worry about a thing, Noah. I'll make sure that damn plug gets pulled if I have to knock her and the doctors over." My name is no longer 'Noah', by the way. I am now called 'While-Your-Up'. I suppose this is a step up from 'Damn Yankee'.
Then, I get you guys...yeah YOU's PMing me and asking whats wrong and telling me you're my 'friend'. And I can't respond. I'm not an ass. I'm not. Really. I'm just a wreck. And I don't have freinds. Cause there is a whole lot of other shit going on or been going on or has happened and the bottom line is I don't have any freinds and you freak me the fuck out when you tell me you ARE my freind and I just wanna curl up in a corner and close my eyes.
SO. Now it's out there. To quote Cleveland.,'And boom goes the dynamite.'
I'm going back to my corner now.