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So, today was my last day at work. I actually went in today. Mark drove me in because I had a massive headache so bad that my teeth hurt. Well, I was doing a couple of computer things and throwing stuff in a box when I got called into the program manager's office along with Pam (my boss) with the person over us in Admin. on the speakerphone. Admin lady started saying that it was disappointing that I was ending my time there the way that I was (by calling in almost every day of my 2 weeks) and that it's going in my personnel record, making it difficult for me to get employed by the state again. I informed them all that I didn't care anymore, that I had mentally checked out 2 weeks ago when I was called a liar and was told that my life was not nearly as important as getting in to work. They went on a bit longer, asking how long I was planning on staying today and I said that I was going to transfer stuff from my personal drive and then take care of some filing and then go. Some more talk and then I let them know that it wasn't anything against Admin. lady, program manager, or any of my co-workers. I liked those guys. Pam, however, I fucking hate and I hope she fucking chokes. Admin. lady and program manager both say my name in shocked tones and I tell them that it doesn't matter anymore. I'm done! I left the room and started transferring the files from the personal drive to the C drive and kept packing up my stuff.
Well, I had never been escorted from a building in my life. There's a first time for everything. My head isn't hurting anymore. I did cry a little. Mostly because I feel like I've literally wasted 3 years of my life that could have been better spent taking care of my kids or watching paint dry or clipping each blade of grass in my parents acre with fingernail clippers. The pay sucked, the benefits weren't that great, and my boss was a raging bitch that made me want to hurt myself and others on a regular basis. (Not OR others, AND others.) And I did really like my co workers. Gladys and Bobbie will be missed. I hope to keep in touch with them, but if I've made their lives worse because I'm not there to take the brunt of Pam's anger, then I understand if they don't want to.
Anyway, the security guys were rather nice. I mean, I'd talked to them every single day, so they knew my face and I think they knew I wasn't a bad person. I talked to one of them in depth about shitty working conditions and getting to tell off a boss you hate while waiting for Mark to pull the car around. I couldn't leave the security desk until it was time to leave the building, so we had a nice chat.
The ride home was nice. Corwin's happy to have me home. I'm happy to be home. I'm ecstatic to never have to go in there ever, ever, ever again! So that's pretty much the story of my last day at work. I was there less than an hour. And now I'm going to finish doing our taxes. Taxes are less stressful than that job.
Well, I had never been escorted from a building in my life. There's a first time for everything. My head isn't hurting anymore. I did cry a little. Mostly because I feel like I've literally wasted 3 years of my life that could have been better spent taking care of my kids or watching paint dry or clipping each blade of grass in my parents acre with fingernail clippers. The pay sucked, the benefits weren't that great, and my boss was a raging bitch that made me want to hurt myself and others on a regular basis. (Not OR others, AND others.) And I did really like my co workers. Gladys and Bobbie will be missed. I hope to keep in touch with them, but if I've made their lives worse because I'm not there to take the brunt of Pam's anger, then I understand if they don't want to.
Anyway, the security guys were rather nice. I mean, I'd talked to them every single day, so they knew my face and I think they knew I wasn't a bad person. I talked to one of them in depth about shitty working conditions and getting to tell off a boss you hate while waiting for Mark to pull the car around. I couldn't leave the security desk until it was time to leave the building, so we had a nice chat.
The ride home was nice. Corwin's happy to have me home. I'm happy to be home. I'm ecstatic to never have to go in there ever, ever, ever again! So that's pretty much the story of my last day at work. I was there less than an hour. And now I'm going to finish doing our taxes. Taxes are less stressful than that job.