nothing sweet about me
I found out.
I didn't get it.
I was dignified and controlled. In other words, I'd had enough and cried. I even hiccuped! I then apologised to my boss and said that I wanted to deal with it in a dignified, controlled, respectable manner but it was the final straw in a long list of "Tell me again why I work for you?" especially when the reason why the other person got it over me wasn't even in the job criteria. The conversation then degenerated into discussions of kicking small animals and setting things alight as other things I could do not in a respectable manner. My boss and I... black humour. He raised drinking as an option, I advised that was perfectly respectable and indulged in that at lunch.
Bugger them.
My inbox both computer and mobile have been inundated with "be brave", "better things", "be patient" and other such crap. Don't care. If they can't promote me when I'm recognise in the state awards and in line for the national then I'm not quite sure what more I can possibly do. I told my boss straight out that I only had two choices - step sideways or step outside the company. They block me when I try to step sideways so now I have to step out.
Won't that be fun?
Gabriella Cilmi 'Sweet About Me'

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