I feel like the ugly, unwanted step child. It didn't used to be this way. What the hell happend? I've been there longer than anyone else (except for one director) 12 years! Doesn't that count for something? NO. I am responsible, dependable and will always do what's right. Doesn't that count for something? NO. I definitely don't belong there anymore. I used to have friends at work. They all left me. They were smart and got the hell out of there. I am stuck. For now. Hopefully not much longer. The last slap in the face I got was being handed a pile of bonus checks that I must hand out to my co-workers tomorrow. Not only am I one of the few that didn't get a bonus check (or a raise this year). I have to hand everyone else their bonus checks. What the hell. Are you serious? I am supposed to just smile and be grateful for my job? Not anymore. I just can't be. I hate them. I hate one person in particular. Ever since he started working there things have been different for me. It only takes one person to fuck up your life and make you miserable. You can't tell me that everyone else deserved a bonus except for me. That's just not true. Thank God I don't know how much the bonuses are. I'm sure that would be even more upsetting. I can understand directors getting bonus checks for the extra hours they put in during conference time but not same level employees that have worked there only a few years and play games on their computers all day. Seriously, life is not fair. I really wanted to walk out today. Just quit. Not give them any notice and leave. But I am afraid to make such a big decision right now. The economy is tough. I would have trouble finding a new job right now. My husband and I have dreams and these will never be fulfilled if I give up now. We are so close. So take your fucking bonus checks and shove them up your ass! I don't want your dirty money. I don't need it. I have so much more than that in my life. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and really great friends and an awesome Dad. That's all I need. It's not even about the money. Sure, it would be nice to have a little extra cash like everyone else to make up for the lack of a raise this year. But I am not on that list. I somehow got on the shit list. The step child that nobody likes. That's fine. The feeling is mutual. I don't like you either. I will tolerate you a little longer and then I'm outta there. I must remind myself that the story Cinderella has a happy ending. I hope that's how this ends for me. Happily.
June 29, 2009
It sucks being Cinderella
It sucks being Cinderella.
I feel like the ugly, unwanted step child. It didn't used to be this way. What the hell happend? I've been there longer than anyone else (except for one director) 12 years! Doesn't that count for something? NO. I am responsible, dependable and will always do what's right. Doesn't that count for something? NO. I definitely don't belong there anymore. I used to have friends at work. They all left me. They were smart and got the hell out of there. I am stuck. For now. Hopefully not much longer. The last slap in the face I got was being handed a pile of bonus checks that I must hand out to my co-workers tomorrow. Not only am I one of the few that didn't get a bonus check (or a raise this year). I have to hand everyone else their bonus checks. What the hell. Are you serious? I am supposed to just smile and be grateful for my job? Not anymore. I just can't be. I hate them. I hate one person in particular. Ever since he started working there things have been different for me. It only takes one person to fuck up your life and make you miserable. You can't tell me that everyone else deserved a bonus except for me. That's just not true. Thank God I don't know how much the bonuses are. I'm sure that would be even more upsetting. I can understand directors getting bonus checks for the extra hours they put in during conference time but not same level employees that have worked there only a few years and play games on their computers all day. Seriously, life is not fair. I really wanted to walk out today. Just quit. Not give them any notice and leave. But I am afraid to make such a big decision right now. The economy is tough. I would have trouble finding a new job right now. My husband and I have dreams and these will never be fulfilled if I give up now. We are so close. So take your fucking bonus checks and shove them up your ass! I don't want your dirty money. I don't need it. I have so much more than that in my life. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and really great friends and an awesome Dad. That's all I need. It's not even about the money. Sure, it would be nice to have a little extra cash like everyone else to make up for the lack of a raise this year. But I am not on that list. I somehow got on the shit list. The step child that nobody likes. That's fine. The feeling is mutual. I don't like you either. I will tolerate you a little longer and then I'm outta there. I must remind myself that the story Cinderella has a happy ending. I hope that's how this ends for me. Happily.
I feel like the ugly, unwanted step child. It didn't used to be this way. What the hell happend? I've been there longer than anyone else (except for one director) 12 years! Doesn't that count for something? NO. I am responsible, dependable and will always do what's right. Doesn't that count for something? NO. I definitely don't belong there anymore. I used to have friends at work. They all left me. They were smart and got the hell out of there. I am stuck. For now. Hopefully not much longer. The last slap in the face I got was being handed a pile of bonus checks that I must hand out to my co-workers tomorrow. Not only am I one of the few that didn't get a bonus check (or a raise this year). I have to hand everyone else their bonus checks. What the hell. Are you serious? I am supposed to just smile and be grateful for my job? Not anymore. I just can't be. I hate them. I hate one person in particular. Ever since he started working there things have been different for me. It only takes one person to fuck up your life and make you miserable. You can't tell me that everyone else deserved a bonus except for me. That's just not true. Thank God I don't know how much the bonuses are. I'm sure that would be even more upsetting. I can understand directors getting bonus checks for the extra hours they put in during conference time but not same level employees that have worked there only a few years and play games on their computers all day. Seriously, life is not fair. I really wanted to walk out today. Just quit. Not give them any notice and leave. But I am afraid to make such a big decision right now. The economy is tough. I would have trouble finding a new job right now. My husband and I have dreams and these will never be fulfilled if I give up now. We are so close. So take your fucking bonus checks and shove them up your ass! I don't want your dirty money. I don't need it. I have so much more than that in my life. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and really great friends and an awesome Dad. That's all I need. It's not even about the money. Sure, it would be nice to have a little extra cash like everyone else to make up for the lack of a raise this year. But I am not on that list. I somehow got on the shit list. The step child that nobody likes. That's fine. The feeling is mutual. I don't like you either. I will tolerate you a little longer and then I'm outta there. I must remind myself that the story Cinderella has a happy ending. I hope that's how this ends for me. Happily.
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