olives, congratulations on being free of that soul sucking harridan. As others have said, leaving is better than staying. You know you would never be allowed to assist people in a humane manner.
My unrant: knocks on wood Two days without seeing a mouse in the house. Basement is still being gutted this weekend.
Irony - the reader boards on the freeways have been saying “Look twice for motorcycles” for a few days. Over the weekend, a pair of cafe racers were splitting lanes at 100+ mph.
Yesterday, a girl in the number one lane in front of me was texting (I assume - she was looking at her belly button) and didn’t see that traffic had stopped in front of her until the last minute. She swerved into the carpool lane and if the driver there hadn’t been a good one, it could have been really ugly. All I can do is hope the texter learned something from it.
My biggest fear was how my husband would take this, and letting him down, but naturally he managed to be amazing. First thing out of his mouth was, “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” Then while I bawled into his arms the second thing he said was, ‘‘It’s not your fault.’’
Yeah, the more I think about it the more it’s clear I need to get the hell out of there. For one thing, I am pretty sure there are legal and ethical violations all over the place. Eventually they’re going to get sued or audited and I don’t want my career going down in flames over this silly bint.
Oh, I’m sure she did. Unfortunately, it was probably “I can totes txt wo crashing! Go me n my awesum driving skillz!” That kind rarely achieves self-awareness…
I had the opposite problem the other day. I pulled up to the stop-sign half of a two-way stop just as another car (no stop sign on their side) pulled up. I stop. *He *stops. I blink for a moment - he has total RoW so I’m not about to pull out in front of him. But he has NO CLUE (hallucinated the stop sign, maybe?) and gets all pissed off at me. I had no good way to communicate this simple concept: “NO U.”
Hey Olives - you are rockin - nothing but good things can come from this! And I can’t wait to hear about the good stuff that will surely happen after the hell you went through, and survived!
If you’re tailgating me, flashing your lights, waving your arms in the air, etc, and I look down and see that I’m driving over the speed limit… You can just fuck off. I’ll give you about two minutes of that shit and then I take my foot off the gas pedal and allow my car to slow naturally until you decide not to be on my ass. If I get to half the speed limit and you’re still there, I start hitting the brakes. I once ended up coming to a complete stop in the center lane (of 3) on a 70mph interstate because someone had to be less than 10 feet from my rear bumper (for several miles) with not a single fucking car within a mile or more of us on either side of the freeway. And they refused to get the clue of me slowing, then braking, while motioning for them to pass. People like that belong in my proposed Homes For The Terminally Stupid.
OTOH, today we turn left out of the transit station and the stupid bitch in front of me decides that 35-38 is quite fast enough for the left lane. I passed her on the right. She honked wildly, waving her hands in the air and screaming at me. I should not have, but I gave her the one finger salute and then pointed at the SPEED LIMIT 45 sign we were passing.
Thanks for posting this Anne. Like Olivesmarch I also recently put my foot down on a crazy ass boss and quit my job. I’ve had amazing support from family and friends who said “it’s about time!” but I also have moments of real panic when I’m convinced I’ve ruined my life.
Today one of my coworkers went on a rant about what a stupid decision I’d made and how I’d never find another job and probably starve and die. Obviously a very uncomfortable moment for the other people in the room, and one that definitely stirred up ALL of my insecurities.
It really helps to hear that others have managed it well and found something better.
Also Olives I hope you don’t mind me horning in on some of your support here. I take inspiration from your brave decision and I’m sending every good vibe I can summon.
Not in the least. It’s heartening knowing someone else is going through it.
Today she told me I could keep working there until I found a new job, and I said no. I was hoping I would never have to see her again, but I agreed to go in Tuesday and review all my cases with her. It’s only fair to the clients.
ETA: I’m becoming feistier lately. In the past I would have put up with this shit a lot longer. Between this and the Pit thread I think I’m becoming more assertive overall. So about goddamn time.
Good for you, moejoe! I look at it as “Well, I could stay, knowing I wouldn’t as effective an employee as I could be, since I hate everyone / everything here OR I could struggle for a bit, knowing someone else will see what an asset I could be for their company and retain my soul”.
[Martha Stewart] It’s a good thing [/MS]
They asked me to stay for 6 weeks of transition and I agreed, yikes. I’m only halfway through it and the dread every morning is almost unbearable. I’m really hoping I can find a happier life after this nightmare.
We may need to start a club of some sort. I quit my job a month ago because I was in a completely untenable position at work. My boss sounded a lot like yours, only male and he sexually harassed me and most other females in the office. I finally got sick and left. He was shown the door a couple of weeks ago and I couldn’t be more delighted.
God knows where I’ll end up next - hell, it may even be back there - but working with someone who poisons the very environment can be bad for you and everyone around you.
On the one hand, I’m sorry you lost a job. On the other, I’m happy for you. It’s going to be hard, but I’ve seen a lot of opportunities becoming available in social work, so hopefully you won’t have too long a wait.
Think of it as an extended countdown. Each day that goes by, you’re closer to lift off, and the assholes you leave behind will still be assholes living in their toxic environment.
I pit our local post office for sending different carriers every freaking day to this neighborhood–carriers who cannot be bothered to deliver the mail where it is supposed to go.
I contacted the postmaster general by phone about this a few months ago; they got on the case immediately and things straightened out…for a while.
Now they’re back to FUBB again. One carrier confessed to a neighbor that his supervisors told him that if anyone around here complains about their service, “just don’t give them their mail the next day.”
I suppose it’s all my fault for making that phone call in the first place.