And then...

[meccahi]

the Terror sets in.

Received a call from my supervisor yesterday, in essence demanding to know whether or not I'd made a decision on whether I was leaving the company or staying. She wants the answer by Monday.

She said ( and I quote) "I don't think this is such a hard decision for you".

Like hell. This means giving up a steady paycheck, at a time when I have I don't know how many thousands of dollars in bills, between the car, and insurance, and credit cards, and my school loan. It means not knowing if I can pay those and not completely ruin my credit.

I asked her that if my answer was to leave, if they were just going to terminate my employment on the spot or if I would be able to work for the next month, because if I don't I know things are going to become very tight around here. Her response was " we'll let you know when we hear your decision".

Which means most likely I'll get maybe one, or two paychecks and then they boot me. If that. They seem to have a nice standard procedure of saying one thing then doing the complete opposite.

Which really means, things are going to be interesting.

And in all reality a decision to leave right now doesn't make logical sense.

On the other hand, it feels right.

I can't give any other reason than that. It feels right, and it makes me feel lighter inside just thinking about it.

I'm tired of coming home angry, depressed or just plain exhausted because of people. I'm tired of being the brunt of others anger and frustration. Our department is the dumping ground for all of our clients. We handle all of their complaints and problems, along with dispatching on alarms and troubleshooting issues. As well as assisting techs and who knows whatever else they decide to throw at us. Our job is literally, to deal with everything no one else wants to handle.

And I'm tired of it.

I don't like to talk about finances too much, but it means giving up an average of $500 a week after taxes. Which I know is pocket change to some people, but it's a hell of alot of money to me.

Either way, I can't see staying there. The prospect of it literally makes me want to do drastic things to myself.

So I guess the decision is made.

Here goes nothing..

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[captain-snarky.livejournal.com]

I hear ya. I'm still trying to figure out exactly how I'm going to get my bidness to a faire. I've got stock figured out. More or less. But the renting of a booth and the paying of all the fees and shit is still a stumper. I've got time though. I think I'm just going to have to stage it so that my grants cover the expenses. Which means I'll end up taking longer than I want to, but with school I don't see any other way.