I'll teach myself to live with a walk-on part of a background shot from a movie I'm not in...
Take on the piles of random work the scatter-brained Head of Sales wants me to take on (even though I'm not even minimally capable and will not only have to juggle my current responsibilities but also juggle learning new ones with actually doing them), and possibly make 'a little extra' for it... or let the Head of Sales hire an actual salesman/project manager onto the team who actually knows WTF he's doing, and if the economy dries up anymore, my job will be the first to go.
But Head of Sales grins as he's telling me this (he's always smiling that fucking fake smile I want to smack off his face), "I'm not giving you an ultimatum, Kim."
ul⋅ti⋅ma⋅tum [uhl-tuh-mey-tuhm, -mah-]
-noun, plural -tums, -ta [-tuh]
1. a final, uncompromising demand or set of terms issued by a party to a dispute, the rejection of which may lead to a severance of relations or to the use of force.
2. a final proposal or statement of conditions.
Sounds like a goddamn ultimatum to me. Drive myself absolutely, literally insane by trying to do twice as much work as I'm already having a hard time handling, which I have no idea how to do, and hope that I can keep up my quality of work even though I'm spread mind-numbingly thin... or get fired whenever he gets a wild hair and decides the company isn't making enough money and needs to fire someone.
Hate my job and be driven insane or have no job.
Maybe it wouldn't be as infuriating of a decision if Head of Sales wasn't ALSO saying, at the same time, that he wants everyone to be happy at their jobs, and he values their happiness, and he doesn't want any unhappy workers. I can only assume, despite the fact that he told me "no it doesn't," that this means he wants everyone to force themselves to smile and enjoy being REPEATEDLY FUCKED UP THE ASS.
I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN MY WORKPLACE SAYS BEND OVER AND TAKE IT EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE BEEN SAYING I DO A GREAT, WONDERFUL, AWESOME, CAN'T-BE-BEAT JOB ALL THE TIME. STOP SMILING AT ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.
But Head of Sales grins as he's telling me this (he's always smiling that fucking fake smile I want to smack off his face), "I'm not giving you an ultimatum, Kim."
ul⋅ti⋅ma⋅tum [uhl-tuh-mey-tuhm, -mah-]
-noun, plural -tums, -ta [-tuh]
1. a final, uncompromising demand or set of terms issued by a party to a dispute, the rejection of which may lead to a severance of relations or to the use of force.
2. a final proposal or statement of conditions.
Sounds like a goddamn ultimatum to me. Drive myself absolutely, literally insane by trying to do twice as much work as I'm already having a hard time handling, which I have no idea how to do, and hope that I can keep up my quality of work even though I'm spread mind-numbingly thin... or get fired whenever he gets a wild hair and decides the company isn't making enough money and needs to fire someone.
Hate my job and be driven insane or have no job.
Maybe it wouldn't be as infuriating of a decision if Head of Sales wasn't ALSO saying, at the same time, that he wants everyone to be happy at their jobs, and he values their happiness, and he doesn't want any unhappy workers. I can only assume, despite the fact that he told me "no it doesn't," that this means he wants everyone to force themselves to smile and enjoy being REPEATEDLY FUCKED UP THE ASS.
I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN MY WORKPLACE SAYS BEND OVER AND TAKE IT EVEN THOUGH THEY'VE BEEN SAYING I DO A GREAT, WONDERFUL, AWESOME, CAN'T-BE-BEAT JOB ALL THE TIME. STOP SMILING AT ME, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE.