😁😁😁 I am STOKED! 😁😁😁
I know that probably sounds terrible, but I've been walked upon and shat upon for long enough. Three years is long enough, right?
For those who have somehow missed out on my periodic rants, let's recap: I worked my ass off and received virtually nothing (except the experience I'm walking out the door with) in return.
When I started the office area was in shambles. There was no organization, no method to the madness, no files set up (except for those that my co-worker created and used). But that's it. There were piles and piles of paperwork - in boxes or just stacked somewhere. Guess who had to organize all of that, and figure out what was in the accounting system or not, and what had been paid for or not? Me. And I did. And I did it well considering that this was my first bookkeeping experience straight out of college. (The teachers pretty much expect that you'll get a job working under someone with experience... but that didn't happen in my case. I was pretty much on my own and I think I handled things well).
Anyway, I've endured:
- being laid off at inopportune times
- the company randomly shutting down and re-opening
- Nick being laid off out of spite (because I stood my ground one day)
- stress and anger almost daily due to terrible management decisions
- being lied to
- watching the boss's family and friends getting paid outrageously and promoted
... and that's in addition to steadily taking on more work (including two other people's jobs) and not getting a raise IN TWO YEARS. There's (unfortunately) so much more that I could say, but I just don't want to get into the specifics. Not today, anyway - I'm in a fairly decent mood. So yeah... you can probably only imagine how fed up I've been. My main goal this year was to leave this place and I can't express how excited I am that tomorrow I get to walk away and not look back.
I know I probably sound really terrible for saying all of these things (and I realize that this is wayyy unprofessional - hence this being a preferred post), but this shit was affecting me. It was affecting my mood daily, and thus, my quality of life. Nobody wants to come home angry every day (or dread their days before they even start, for that matter). I know that I sure don't.
Things weren't always this way, though. When I first started I was excited and happy to come to work. As time went on I saw more and more ridiculous things happen and my "happy and excited to be here" started fading until it pretty much turned to contempt over time. I just couldn't do this anymore. I'd rather work part-time, or two jobs, or something - ANYTHING - to get away from here. And so that's what I'm doing - stepping out of my comfort zone and going for something better. Things are changing and it's scary, but it will just have to work out.
P.S. If you have any odd jobs or hear of anything part-time or flexible - send it my way. I'm good at cleaning, laundry, bookkeeping, and handling animals. I'm not quite getting enough hours at my part-time job for the time being... hopefully that will change soon, though. 😊
