So, back in April I got a new job. It was doing the same thing I did at the College, but with better pay and much closer to home. The interview process was annoying, my boss seemed to be a bit on the dramatic side but you know, more money and closer to home. Even though I knew something was wrong with the place, I couldn’t see anything obvious so I accepted.
The first month and a half was great. My boss, while on the dramatic side, loved my work, told me I was awesome and things seemed to be going well. I got along with my co-workers and actually liked some of them. Plus, I was significantly closer to home and making more money. Did I mention that part?
In early July though, things started to go south very quickly. My boss gave me a hard time about vacation, even though I had days to use up. She didn’t understand how the fundraising database worked and couldn’t understand why I couldn’t pull information out of it. Here’s a hint, if it was never put in, NO ONE can pull the information out. Just saying.
The HR head honcho decided to cut summer hours and decided that jeans couldn’t be worn to work. I was working at a high school and despite the facts that a) I never saw donors and b) the kids weren’t there so I didn’t see parents either I didn’t see the point of no jeans. But whatever. You have to pick your battles.
So. The staff that worked through the summer was in revolt due to having to work a full week (First World problems I know) and morale was in the toilet. The rest of my group (me and my boss were our own “team” in the group) decided to take turns working a full Friday, thus ensuring one person was in the office while the rest of them went home early. My boss refused to let me do this. She got to leave early…on “visits” or she “worked” from home. Sometimes she took Fridays off. Let me tell you, when no one is in the office after 1pm on a Friday and you don’t have much work to do, those afternoons can really drag out.
So, as my workload lessened and lessened and as my boss stopped speaking to me outside of our weekly meeting, I saw that the writing was on the wall. She needed a direct report to bump up her salary but it was pretty clear that we were not getting along. I’m not sure if she’d ever managed staff before but if she had, you sure couldn’t tell.
And there were other things about the place I didn’t like. There was a huge double standard between the teachers and the staff. Internet usage was watched. Which was doubly annoying for me because internet research is a big part of my job so my web history was all over the place. And the staff was just really unhappy.
It came as no surprise when I was called into HR three months after being hired and was told my services were no longer required. In fact, it was a welcome relief. While working there, I was angry every night when I came home. I’d started having trouble sleeping at night and Sunday evenings put the fear of God in my heart. I did not want to work there anymore.
So when the choice to not work there was made for me, I was happy. Sure it sucks having no money but EI will cover the basics. For a while anyway. And there are enough jobs out there to keep me busy applying for a while. Also, it’s really nice not to have to go to work every day. Really nice.
I’ve finally cleaned and organized my office/yarn room. Which only took three years. I’ve baked and cooked and am slowly catching up on my sleep debt. I’ve also read 16 books this summer. And finished a bunch of knitting projects. My house is clean on a regular basis and I’m (mostly) keeping up with laundry.
Sure I’m kind of bored some days but I’m spending a lot of time with the cat (she loves having me home) and getting some time for me. Eventually I’ll work again, but for now, for now I’m just going to enjoy myself and see what happens. The next job will come along soon enough.