X-treme Frustration

[pen_grunt]

Pure Self-Indulgent Work Rant Ahead. Beware. Proceed With Caution. For Real. It May Not Even Be Entertaining.

So Pissed, Every Word Is Capitalized. Whoa.



As I'm leaving work on Friday (QUITE literally walking out the door, stuff in hand at 5:01), my boss comes up to me and says something to the effect of, "So, can you do that interaction summary over the weekend?" I have heard nothing about this needing to be done before--in fact, he knows this, and proceeds to ask me with puppy-dog eyes and pleading words. I grumble and say something to the effect of, "I guess I better bring my laptop home then, huh?"

We walk down to the parking level together--he says, "Call me if you need any help."

I say, "Since you have all the notes for WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING, you need to email me a description of WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING before I can work on this." Because, you see, up until 5:01 as I was walking out the door, I was not clued in on this project other than sorta-kinda knowing that we were doing the show in the periphery of my brain. I haven't submitted an invoice for the work, I'm not even going on-site for the show...(and I haven't been paid in full for the JANUARY job for the same client).

He agrees to send me an email with his notes, and outlining WHAT THE HELL I HAVE TO DO.

I check my mail when I get home on Friday (yes, at 2:00 a.m.). No email.

I have Saturday free to do this. I clear my Saturday schedule to do this. I check my email obsessively on Saturday. I could call...but I don't. At some point I MUST cease to be the babysitter of my boss. No email on Saturday.

On Sunday I'm going out to my parents' to fix Derrick's car (they do NOT have internet access). I check my email when I get up at 7 a.m. No email. I check my email at 7:45 right before we leave. No email. Fine. I'm not going to hold up my entire day when I had a free day on Saturday just because my boss wants to operate on his own leisurely schedule.

I get home at about...now...10:20 p.m. I'm tired. I'm sunburned. I've been playing with my ADORABLE niece all day. I check my email. NOW, at 10:00 p.m. on a Sunday evening, I have the email for my project that was supposed to be done this weekend. Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. I'm too tired to do it. I'm going to bed. Granted, he did send me the email at 9:00 a.m...so I feel a LITTLE bad about not getting it, but I was BUSY Sunday. I had pre-scheduled plans. Sunday is the last day of the weekend. Doing this project on Saturday (when I was FREE) would have constituted working on the weekend just as much as working on Sunday. If you're making me work on the weekend, you do not get to choose the day that I work Mr. Boss. Period.

Damnitall. No, I don't need a new job...I need a vacation. A serious, long, mental-health vacation--and I'm not usually a wuss like that. That, and most weekends now must be dedicated to at least a LITTLE wedding planning. It's now about 5 months until the big vow-day...and so far we're naked in a building alone. Seriously, we ONLY have the building picked from all the little tiny wedding details. Well, and the wedding party--but they're naked too as of now.

So yeah, working on the weekends will be tough-but-necessary.

STRESS.



And that is that.

Comments

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

I love you an' all, but I am NOT standing NEKKID in your WEDDING!!!


Seriously, y'wammet'killim?

And if I get to work in the morning and find out you stayed up all night doing this damn whateverthehellitis . . . I'm gonna be pissed.

So there.

*folds arms*

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

I didn't do it...don't worry.

It's still not done due to a morning meeting and other new projects.

I've lost all motivation.

I'm seriously considering calling in a sick day this week...I just gotta start with the fake sniffles early...

Oh, who am I kidding, I'd never do it.

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

Doooooo it!!!

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Conscience? Is that you?

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

Who, me? *smirk*

[irishinmn.livejournal.com]

You're 100% completely wrong when you say No, I don't need a new job...I need a vacation.

You need to seek out new shores.

Your boss has taken advantage of your good nature for far too long. Taking a vacation won't change the way he behaves.

If he wants you available 24/7 - he should be paying for that privilege. If he wants you to have constant email access - he should be providing mobile email access (such as a Blackberry).

Quit being so nice .....

Move on to greener and better pastures ....

I'll even help you (if you ask)

[llythefaerye.livejournal.com]

Exactly. People get paid big bucks for being *on call* . . .

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

*whine*

But I LIKE my job...I really WANT to like my job...errr...

I want THIS job, but I want it to improve.

To be 100% fair, I could "turn down" this project and get no pay...and a decreased chance of working on projects like this in the future. However, to be perfectly honest, I really can't afford to be out of work, or turn down any freelance work right now...

So this job it is. I'm making the best of it.

[sarcasma.livejournal.com]

OMG, death everywhere. Monday update please. Tell me you didn't do it.

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

I didn't. I couldn't. I was far too tired to be coherent. I came into work to find a stack of four new projects on my desk. All that need to be done "ASAP" by different people. *whine!*

Oy. He'll deal with my tardiness.