"I just want to be normal..."
All right, so here's the deal:
I worked at CCBC media services for about three years now. Recently, they did a little switching around in management and whatnot, so we were no longer under Media Services, but under the Library, different people, different heads in charge.
So, around comes budget time. Rumors circulate that the part-timers (me being one of them) are in danger due to the fact that the Library is gonna wanna cut down in order to meet budget requirements.
These rumors were circulating a LONG time ago.
So downstairs comes this forty something bleached blonde bitch. "Robin, you do know that your contract is up in December, right?"
"Yeah, don't I fill out the paper work to renew my contract soon."
"Well, originally your contract would last for the whole year, but in this case, yours was designed to last until the end of December. We've been havng to cut down due to the budget. I'm sure you can understand."
"...Wait. So...I'm fired?"
"Pretty much. I'm sorry to tell you this."
"...wow."
Things that piss me off:
1) the woman who was technically in charge of the part timers at the Media Services desk didn't have the testicals to come down and tell us in person. Instead, she sent a lap dog to due her bidding.
2) if rumors were circulating about this weeks ago, it would have been prudent to inform the part timers ahead of time, a "just in case" scenario
3) my termination is effective at the end of December. Today is December 14. What the fuck is wrong with this picture?
Fuck that place. Fuck 2006. This has been a disgusting year, and I'll be so fuckin happy once it's done and over with. Good riddance, 2006. You brought nothing substantial into my life.
I worked at CCBC media services for about three years now. Recently, they did a little switching around in management and whatnot, so we were no longer under Media Services, but under the Library, different people, different heads in charge.
So, around comes budget time. Rumors circulate that the part-timers (me being one of them) are in danger due to the fact that the Library is gonna wanna cut down in order to meet budget requirements.
These rumors were circulating a LONG time ago.
So downstairs comes this forty something bleached blonde bitch. "Robin, you do know that your contract is up in December, right?"
"Yeah, don't I fill out the paper work to renew my contract soon."
"Well, originally your contract would last for the whole year, but in this case, yours was designed to last until the end of December. We've been havng to cut down due to the budget. I'm sure you can understand."
"...Wait. So...I'm fired?"
"Pretty much. I'm sorry to tell you this."
"...wow."
Things that piss me off:
1) the woman who was technically in charge of the part timers at the Media Services desk didn't have the testicals to come down and tell us in person. Instead, she sent a lap dog to due her bidding.
2) if rumors were circulating about this weeks ago, it would have been prudent to inform the part timers ahead of time, a "just in case" scenario
3) my termination is effective at the end of December. Today is December 14. What the fuck is wrong with this picture?
Fuck that place. Fuck 2006. This has been a disgusting year, and I'll be so fuckin happy once it's done and over with. Good riddance, 2006. You brought nothing substantial into my life.