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In Which I Bitch About Work… Again.

There comes a time in every place of employment when you want, no, need to run away screaming.  It took almost two years, but today I am ready to find a new job.

I could go into to, but honestly, I was so disturbed by my supervisor’s lack of decorum and tact that I dont want to rehash it.  It would only make me more depressed.  Because really, she is a great person.  She is a horrible supervisor.  I feel like I’ve said this before… but I’m too lazy to go look up the specific post.

So let’s just say that I was informed that something wasn’t going to be approved approx. 5 hours before the deadline.  Waaay too late to actually do anything about it except freak out, cry (but not in front of her), get yelled at, and frantically try to make it right.  I was told, repeatedly, that I wasn’t taking responsibility for my actions (I have heard that way too many times in my fucking life, and every time it’s said by someone who is trying to deflect blame onto me for their ineptitude), despite the fact that I was being given approx. 5 hours to fix the problem.  Had I been informed that this thing wasn’t going to be approved, there would have been no way in hell that I would have done it.  But ya know, its my responsibility to know that it wasnt going to get approved… despite the fact that there was no way to know it wasnt going to get approved unless told so by my boss.  Who knew a week before I did.

But… right.  It’s my fault.  It’s my fault I was admitted to the hospital.  My fault my doctors put me on bedrest.  My fault that my upper management decided on a whim to cut me off from advanced leave.  My fault that my boss was too busy with DCIPS to tell me that I was going to be on a Leave Without Pay status, and I had to be informed by Payroll.

Ok, well, I kinda let the cat out of the bag, didnt I?

*sigh*

Its all good now, though.  At the last fucking minute, my division chief approved it.  Fantastic.

I’m now sitting here with a template cover letter (because I’ve never written one before) and three positions open within my agency.  I’d really like to get out of here all together, but I’m almost 7 months pregnant, and that’s just dumb. 

So, yeah. 

Yeah.

Yeah…

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