Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
Fifty-four minutes––that's how long I lasted at work yesterday. It was the length of the team meeting.
The entire meeting consisted of the supervisor telling us you can't do this, you can't do that, if you do such and such, you will be terminated immediately.
Meeting over and I logged out. Told the sup I hadn't slept the night before, which was true.
I cannot and will not work where I'm threatened constantly. If I wanted to deal with threats, I could have kept the last shit job I had, which included better benefits.
When I'm threatened, it awakens all the threats in my past, especially my husband telling me, I'll see to it you're locked up in a mental institution for the rest of your life.
I didn't sleep again last night and texted the sup I couldn't work today. I added, I can't deal with the negativity.
Next step is going back on a leave of absence because I'm experiencing crying jags and I'm definitely depressed after my depression being in remission for a few years. Then I have to make some other decisions.
When I finally slept sometime yesterday, I had another cooking-related nightmare, but instead of strange people making chocolate pudding in my kitchen, I was preparing fudge frosting for brownies Rebekah had baked. I made the frosting on the stove as needed, but when I needed to stir the mixture to thicken it, I poured it into a bamboo organizer in one of my kitchen drawers and was trying desperately to beat it as it spread throughout the organizer and threatened to run over the top. I woke up before I had to clean up the mess.
It looks as if I'll have to add another skill to my repair abilities. The heating element is out in the oven. Several years ago my son replaced it, but I don't remember where he got it. I have to figure it out and make the replacement. Then my businesses will be Junebug Lawnmower Repair, Junebug Oven Repair, and everybody's favorite, the Lake Junebug Resort & Rumpus Room.
I wish you all anxiety-free jobs and sweet dreams.
My supervisor never says anything nice to me. I thought it was enough that he doesn't shout, but it's not enough. Not when I have to listen to threats.
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
I feel sorry for you. There is nothing worse than hating your job since we have to spend so much time there. I would split if I were you, it's not worth going through the pain, mental anguish and risk health...sleep. They will lose everybody if they keep that negativity there. Start looking ..or better still, maybe a rich man will come along!!!! Hugs to you my friend!
ReplyDeleteI am so very sorry you are enduring this. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteI had a boss like that. She was Sr VP and General Manager. Any meeting she led was simply a list of harangues. And she thought “yous” was the plural form of “you.” The month after I quit, she was fired. There was some satisfaction in that. So sorry you have to deal with that. Hope you find a good way through it.
ReplyDeleteWishing you much luck in finding a more positive and supportive workplace, Janie! Negativity is so corrosive.
ReplyDeleteThat kind of work environment is toxic. Are you looking for other work? It sounds like it's time.
ReplyDeleteUgh, I'm so sorry.
ReplyDeleteAmong other things, I'm deeply involved in labor relations. My own industry, education, is hemorrhaging personnel at an alarming rate, nationwide. The #1 reason someone leaves a position, regardless of industry? A poor relationship with their immediate supervisor. Clearly, the world needs better bosses. I don't know how we get them, since their own bosses are usually ineffective, too.
No one deserves to be treated like that at work; how does that kind of speech create an environment for progress?
ReplyDeleteI once had a job like that and after a pretty aggressive team meeting they asked if anyone had questions, and I raised my hand and said:
"Who do I tell that I'm quitting?"
And I left.
xoxo
Chocolate pudding and chocolate frosting nightmares...goodness! We are so creative in our sleep, aren't we?!
ReplyDeleteYou need to take care of YOU! That work environment is so negative and hostile and threatening...no wonder you're depressed. Take care of yourself and defend your sanity!!
If trying to fix your oven will take your mind of them...search away! :)
Love and hugs from Fargo!!
You shouldn't have to put up with that. No-one should. Don't!
ReplyDeleteAnd I have complete faith in your ability to fix the cooker.
Why, oh why, does every company have to be this way now? I am old and I remember when we used to work and we never had to have "meetings". What is there to meet about? If there is something to be said, can't you just tell me? And people are so doggone MEAN! Listen, you be good to yourself. Get out in nature and forget about all the cruelty in the world. Not easy, I know!
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry you are going through this. I hope things turn around soon.
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Having a stressful job where you do not feel appreciated - or worse, feel threatened - is a recipe for a very unhappy life. I hope the leave of absence gives you the distance needed to make those big decisions. Hugs, Janie Junebug.
ReplyDeleteUnderstandable. No one should have to live with a constant litany of implication that they're untrustworthy. You deserve better.
ReplyDelete(And so do I!)
I'm so sorry you're going through this horrible situation, Janie. Sending good thoughts and hugs. Hope the future will look brighter for you! ♥ We are pretty depressed around here as well, thanks to Trump and the stock market in free fall.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry you are working under those conditions. People just need to be kind! Love you, Janie!
ReplyDeleteThe big D (depression) is an awful guest. I hope you can find a way to kick him/her/it out of the house and out of town
ReplyDeleteFrom Auntie Maureen: Sending you big hugs. I hope it gets better or you can find a solution.
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