It’s been 8 months since I’ve written here. Partly because life got more complicated. Well. Mostly because life got more complicated.
Back in September I mentioned a bit about the changes at my job. Even before that, I’d mentioned my boss. Looking back on it now, it’s very clear that she was abusing me – verbally/emotionally. Not just me, but me more than other people. When I first started there, I thought that she was great. Then I found that she was sometime-y, alternating sweet and mean. But it seemed to be with everyone. Time went by, and it seemed like I was getting a lot of hits, but I figured that I just wasn’t seeing other people get the short end of the stick. It wasn’t until my work-buddy said something to me because he noticed that I was particularly getting picked on that I realized how bad it had gotten. As I am wont to do, I internalized quite a bit, multiplying my white hair, contemplating quitting and complaining to my family on the worst of days. When my work-buddy left, greatly influenced by her general suckiness, I became focused on finishing a particular project and getting out of dodge.
A few months later, things started moving quickly, we were interviewing candidates to take over for my work-buddy and settled on one. The day she started, my boss tendered her resignation. I was shocked – blindsided, really – and a little sad…weird, I know. The woman my boss had been grooming had always said that she’d leave if the boss left, but I wasn’t sure if she really would or not. And in the interim, she took over. A week after my boss’s last day, the new girl and another coworker quit. They were gone the following week. But a week later, the guy wanted to come back. My company balked at that, and it wasn’t clear if they would let him return. I took on quite a bit of additional responsibility as the more senior woman and I handled the work previously handled by ourselves + 3 other people. It was a difficult time, but when things are that dire, you just do what you can do. No one is really expecting you to be able to do 3-4 people’s jobs. At least not at my job. Two weeks later, my last compatriot gave her two weeks notice. That’s when I thought I would become a babbling idiot. I took a short vaca to get away from it all (because I actually had to use the time) and came back to a pure unknown. Continue reading