tomorrow!
tomorrow being my last day doesnt seem possible, i have learned two weeks notice are not really to the benefit of the employer, the employee is less motivated to work and if the job is really something that was not appreciated or they were not appreciated this will come out in these 2 weeks, two weeks notice is a bad idea b.c even tho work is still getting done- it is getting done poorly, now i can treat these people they way they have treated me for the last year… like shit. they would be at an advantage to just lose the quanity of work until they can hire someone to fill my position and let me go. Speaking of someone to fill my position.. these idiots hired someone and with in less than 10 hours he was gone. ha. i am worn out.
a little poem about this place
scheduled meeting fell upon once we thought of as satisfied
with cheap grey desks and carpeted walls to match
with coffee stained eyes from the glare of these sacred machines
free coffee was the greatest thing we leave behind
as he whispers lies and bribes with incentives that were not once received
a raise that was promised however,
never to be seen in the paper checks that make it all to real
that my soul is dying here.
we clean for once was hope to succeed what lies within these walls
to be monetarily recognized following the pat on the back
play the numbers game, sit and fake it, you’ll be a better person if you make it
we are better than this, sit in fear if tomorrow you will be here
i. no longer paralyzed in this state
my notice is written, handed in my fate
and now the forsaken enemy, time, controls us tells us where to be.
wednesday I will leave and tell my story to the world
until then i sit here in silence pondering the future
killing these poor tortured “children” on the other end of the line with kindness
thinking on a side note to myself,
(how can one make it through two weeks with everyone including herself knowing that she doesn’t want to make it?)
today-
i went into work for a second today- let my manager know i was leaving and went home… among my pains from monthly womenhood… that seriously really do hurt and because im bloated presses on my bad back and hurts even worse… but when you put two weeks notice in it is a lot harder to be there… i dont need to be– and i think this may be the only way i will be able to use my extra time i have left over… so watching tv definatly bets curled up in an office chair fighting the pain, physically and mentally of the long drawn out process of not wanting to work there anymore.
admission- i will in fact miss this place…
this morning i came in and there was a vm on my phone, one of the managers brought in a bag o clothes for me- everyone knows how i love free clothes… i mentioned mc hammer and within seconds there was Tara dancing in my cubicle doorway, Eddie with his grape drink… dianes horror/thriller story book life… i will miss this place, this is a good group of people… and now i digress and hold myself in the corner and cry…
the story behind it all.
i found a job better for me and closer to where i live, i am very excited. Upon putting in my notice to my current job they realized that i was taken for granted. After a year and some odd months of working here, i get paid the same as i started, and less then temps that just got hired on. Yes, maybe my fault that i didnt speak up but not entirely. This company has almost gone under serveral times since ive been here. In April when i was hired on full time i didnt ask for a raise b.c a week later they lost the program i was working on but kept me and fired everyone else. how could i have asked at this point. Then the company got bought out in November. i was just comfortable staying where i was… no changes, wasnt looking for a job til it was the end of the company basically, but i mistakingly found a great job, hopefully. Now the company tried offering me money to stay b.c they cant lose me, how sad a $.50 raise sounded in an email sent from my manager stating he was able to talk them into this… the raise i was sposed to have gotten in April i am now being bribed with.. what a joke. Needless to say i declined the offer. and i am on day 2 of my 2 week notice.. this is going to be a long one.
with my new job in the city i will get out early afternoon, leaving time to myself to explore the things i was not able to working close to 30 mins away from home and not leaving til the eve. i plan on sewing.
Plans for the future:
i saw a blog that an artist did 40 pieces in 30 days… i want to tackle this… the future will tell……..
what for?
no idea but here i am – to document the next 2 weeks of my life, and maybe more… i just put my two weeks in at work, and it was surprisingly hard even for a company that sucks the life right out of you. So it all started in the beginning….
