when it's summer in the city...
o ive been a little stressed lately. my supposed "promotion" at work came with a big shiny new office...and subsequent resentment from the chick who got booted from said office. and a ton more work from everyone in the office...see, they seem to see me as the unwanted work dumping ground. im the amazing little girl who can get it all done, get it done fast and get it done better than they couldve done it themselves. which is all fine, except that I actually HAVE a job to do yet I'm still supposed to be responsible for the office runoff? I dont think so. But the thing is, I do it. I do it and I handle it and i find myself answering to everyone in the office; "yes, marybeth, that top 200 brokers list is typed up and in your inbox", "josephine, that women's council of realtors newsletter is put together, reformatted and sent out, ill let you know when people start RSVPing", "no, tara, i dont mind putting those invoices into quickbooks," it's only YOUR job.
and THEN maybe i get to start working on what I'm responsible for. a job that, right now, is an impossible task hanging on the fact that the executives dont want to spend the necessary money to get it done properly. instead, theyd like to put in on me with a COMPLETELY unrealistic deadline and then come down on me when it doesnt get done.
whatever, im done. i dont WANT to work in real estate, this was supposed to be a bullshit, easy money job like ive been doing for years for them. but oh yea, the easy money part? all that new shit i have to do and not a PENNY of a raise. NOTHING. i dont fucking think so. i'm interviewing for new jobs as fast as i can and trying not to lose sleep over it in the meantime.
in other news, i had a really lovely dream last night involving some real people that may have subconsciously sorted some things out for me. i mean, it was pretty clear. and even in the light of day, it still feels good.
ok, kids. thanks for listening (or not) to the rant. resume your regularly scheduled lives.
and THEN maybe i get to start working on what I'm responsible for. a job that, right now, is an impossible task hanging on the fact that the executives dont want to spend the necessary money to get it done properly. instead, theyd like to put in on me with a COMPLETELY unrealistic deadline and then come down on me when it doesnt get done.
whatever, im done. i dont WANT to work in real estate, this was supposed to be a bullshit, easy money job like ive been doing for years for them. but oh yea, the easy money part? all that new shit i have to do and not a PENNY of a raise. NOTHING. i dont fucking think so. i'm interviewing for new jobs as fast as i can and trying not to lose sleep over it in the meantime.
in other news, i had a really lovely dream last night involving some real people that may have subconsciously sorted some things out for me. i mean, it was pretty clear. and even in the light of day, it still feels good.
ok, kids. thanks for listening (or not) to the rant. resume your regularly scheduled lives.