Jun 16, 2008 17:50
So for eight years now I have been with the same company. I started out as basically customer service although the title was storage advisor! After a few years I was promoted to Assistant Property Manager. Its been about umm 4 or 5 years now. Thing is unless there is a new property that is opening, or someone leaves/is fired there is no where to go in this company. But I have been biding my time because the property I work at has a residential manager position. Basically it comes with an all expense paid apartment, aside from say your cable. And my boss has been looking to either move into the management company here or just move on all together. So last night I get a phone call at about 8:15 and its my boss asking me where I am. On Sunday nights its pretty much a known fact that me and my friends and cohorts go to dinner after church. My boss John is also a friend and has spent more then on Sunday evening and many other events with me and my friends. So he said he is going to meet us there. When he gets there he informs me that he isnt eating but he needs to speak with me, can we go outside? Sure...Im thinking fuck whats happening??? We go outside and he proceeds to tell me that he has gotten a promotion, he is moving to the management company...and they have ALREADY HIRED SOMEONE for his position blah blah blah blah blah!!!! EXCUSE ME??? Que Que???
Eight years of bending over backwards, and doing whatever was asked and or needed...and I dont even get a fucking courtesy interview...you cant lie and tell me you dont think Im ready whatever. I am in search of a new job...this is a sure sign I am meant to be elsewhere.
That being said I am so unfuckingbelievably angry right now, I can barely deal. I just cant believe that they wouldnt even discuss this with me, at least mention it to me before it is a done deal. This not some huge corporation, its a midsized still family owned and operated for te most part company.
On top of this, I am in the middle of dealing with my mother who is seriously depressed. And Im not talking like oh I feel icky and blue sort of depressed. I mean I am in need of some medication and therapy I dont want to get out of bed I cry every free minute Im not sleeping type of depressed. And I feel like a horrible daughter/person because I am not being very patient with her. I of all people who has been there and done that and I am just so god damned frustrated....I thinks its because I cant really help her. I have no control of the situation and everything else in my life feels like its spinning out of control all at the same time.
I just need a damn vacation....and to hit the lottery. This way I can open my small eclectic we serve amazing food your mamma used to make restaurant and be done with all this corporate bullshit and not have to answer to anyone but myself!!!!
I am done with everything...I need a beach the ocean and seriously heavy hitting drinks preferably served by hot woman at my beckon call...for like a week. Is that really to damn much to ask?? Because I dont feel like it is at the moment, since I have just been royally fucked without so much as a please, thank you, kiss or goodbye!!!!