That sure was fast. I'm on a final written already. 2 in a week! Mostly because I work with big mouth tattletales. Although, on the other hand, if I get fired for something stupid, it will be easier to get unemployment.
I don't know what the big deal is, truly. If they want to get me a lobotomy so I can turn my brain off, I can sit there and do nothing. I stayed at my stupid post, I did not infringe on any customer service. Because other team members can't multi-task, I get punished.
The shame of the situation is that they have burned a quality employee. I no longer care about the friggin' company or their mission or values. I'm putting in the minimum to stay hired because I need the paycheck. Of course, I have to try really hard to hide the attitude. Cleaned out my locker. I'm ready, just in case I walk into another damn write up.
This sucks in the biggest way. All the crap I've put up with and tried to adjust to. I've been unhappy there for so long this should be a little bit of a relief.
So many words, and so many of them start with f.

So, if I haven't mentioned it before, you'll notice "I hate my job" will be a repeated refrain, both explicitly stated and implied. I try not to mention it because 1. it doesn't bear repeating, it is a given, and 2. nobody wants to hear it over and over, but sometimes it just gets to the point that I need to scream. Tonight is one of those nights.
I didn't get the job transfer, so I'm stuck doing menial tasks for the forseeable future. Yay, me. Plus, with the write-up, I won't get a transfer for the next 3 months. I suppose it's part of the company's way to make sure one department's screw-up isn't passed to another department, but it still bites. Tonight they informed us that mandatory OT is looming. This means 6-day work weeks. Color me pissed. Working graveyard means that essentially you only have one weekend day anyway.  So I'm supposed to give up what little (and precious) free time I have because the department staffing was allowed to fall so low. Ummmm, no, how's that work for you? I'm not the one that allowed so many people to transfer out. I'm not the one that delayed posting job openings. I'm not the one that promoted four people to slots that didn't really need to be filled. I'm also not the one that refuses to go to a 4-10 schedule. Another department has done it, I don't know why we can't.
I do realize that I'm not as "stuck" as it seems. I have alternatives, but being the responsible adult that I am (BUWHAHAHA!), just walking off a job, tempting as it is, is not really an option. It's come very very close some nights. It was really a matter of not doing something permanently stupid because I was angry. Maybe not permanent, but certainly long-term effects. And this place certainly has its fair share of permanently stupid. Some days I think being brain-damaged is a prerequisite to being hired. I have my own issues, which is why I work here. If you aren't weird when they hire you, you certainly are after being here awhile.

The trouble with social media is, that when you need to vent, you have to remember who's on your friends list. Not always a good idea to friend co-workers, even if you just need to vent about work in general. That kind of stuff can take on a life of it's own. No bueno. So, like many millions of other people, I hate my job. Passionately. Like, if the building were on fire, I would volunteer to bring the weenies and marshmallows. I'm also kind of stuck because the pay is good and the benefits are excellent. I suppose we all have complicated and conflicting reasons why we get up and go to work everyday, even at a job we hate.
So I was the lucky recipient tonight of a write-up. I deserved part of it, I won't lie, but the sequence of events started out messed up and I just dropped the ball on my end. It still sucks. Personally, I may just not be taking it seriously enough, but it's not like the Soviets got nuclear secrets or something. And I'm sure it's nothing everybody else hasn't done at one time or another, I just got caught. Lucky me. Yaaaaaaaay.
What really bites about this particular write-up at this particular time is that I'm trying to transfer departments and this might screw that up. Sigh. I've often gotten the feeling that the Universe is telling me that this is not the job for me and is nudging me to change my direction and career path, but I don't need a sledge hammer to tell me that. A gentle coaxing is sufficient, THANK YOU.
So what I really want to do is direct. Ha-ha.
I've changed my focus from teaching High School to elementary school, But I need to get the credentials changed around, I'm dragging my feet, though. Part of it is financial and part of it is inertia. When this body is at rest, it really does tend to stay at rest.