DoHx12 Day 3

[eggwards]

Yesterday I got so frustrated and mad about work. I walked off. I didn’t tell anyone. I grabbed the iPod and went out of the building, and walked to Starbucks, some 5 blocks away. (this is Houston, no one walks 5 blocks). I bought a hot chocolate (have I mentioned that I don't like coffee?). I walked around the plaza for about thirty minutes before I came back. Then I was bombared with questions, as expected.

What brought it on? Amy and Jerome yelling at each other that something - I don't even care what - had to get done before this weekend's conversion. There's no resources to do it. Regular work has to be finished, there are bigger issues. Still, you get two other supervisors in a shouting match and I'm so outta there.

I'm retreating into my own space. I got nothing accomplished yesterday because I just shut down. It's one of the many defense mechanisms that I've employed, and is quickly becoming a favorite. Why be involved when you don't have to be? If I hide under there...

Underwear? (now I'll get comments)

I even yelled at my boss, Gina. She had the audacity to ask why people weren't taking advantage of the unlimited overtime (the reps can, it doesn't do me one bit of monetary good). I told her that they're all tired, confused and mad about hearing more bad news about their job. their also not going to work extra now, when they know that next week the will be required to work 10.5 hour days - all week. Get your rest, guys.

Management needs to sit down, take a breath and realize somethings will not get done. period.

They can tell I’m not the Rock of Gibraltar that I wanted to be. I’m also the last person they think will crack up. They’ve never seen me go ballistic, and hopefully never will, but it’s getting close. Really close.

Comments

[garebear.livejournal.com]

Your situation is unique...and I guess you are the only one who knows what's best. I've never walked out, but have gone ballistic, yelling, "Who the f*** do you think you are?" (to my boss). I'm really mean and sadistic when I do -- it's the worst in psychological warfare. Most people will say I'm the most patient, calmest person they know, but in 20+ years, I've lost it twice.

And although you don't know me, you should know I'm there in spirit and am sending you a BIG OLE HUG! Sorry, that's the best I can do.

[eggwards.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I can use all of the hugs I can get right now. Luckily Wednesday was a little better, so perhaps I'll make it after all. Still, it's making me contemplate my future. It doesn't hurt to look at my options right now. Now if I'm brave enough to do anything about it...

Oh, be a man!

[ilorsodirettore.livejournal.com]

You know, life really is too damn short. If you hate your job, if you think you can do better, then DO it. Bitching never helps. You do, however, want to be smart about it, make plans, don't take the leap without having a safety net. But by all means, if you need the change, make it happen.

Take me. I have an interview for a church gig on Sunday. It could be everything I want and need: full time, benefits, a much bigger program that has the potential to allow me to do some much bigger, better things with music than I have heretofore been allowed. I didn't seek out this job, wasn't even looking for a job, because I am very comfortable where I am currently employed. That's the important word: COMFORTABLE.

With my current job, I may not have the resources I want, I may not have the talent pool I want, I may not be able to make all the music I want to make, but I am comfortable there. This job requires that I work at Statbucks for extra money and benefits, and working at Starbucks can blow, because, well, working in any form of retail can blow. But I am comfortable.

I know where I need to be and what I need to do, where my money is coming from and how I need to budget that money. All my little ducks are in a row, and a change now is gonna make me have to go and round up all my escaped, freaked-out ducks, slip them some lithium and line them all up again. But I'd be nuts to not jump on this opportunity just because it would temporarily upset my level of comfort.

Just go for it. The worst thing anyone can do is tell you 'no', and trust me, I've been told 'no' from everyone from Mom to casting directors to cute chubby boys. You get over it.