Frustration
Once again, I'm coming to dread going to work. Things seemed to have been looking up for the last couple of weeks since Stephanie was fired. Ideas were being actualized, new systems of operation were being formulated, things were actually getting done which were not under Stephanie's management. It was great. Then, all of a sudden, things took another turn right back into the cesspool of ineffeciency and absurdism that this place was back when Stephanie was running the show. Basically, I've come the conclusion that Mark has absolutely no fucking clue what he's doing.
I mean... I've known this almost from the start, but this last week has brought about the duh moment where it really sank in. Mark is a horrible businessman and has absolutely no business running a business. And here I am, stuck working in this place where there is no cohesion, no realistic functionality. I'm getting very, very tired of having to come in each day to find that Mark has made some new unrealistic demand upon the staff, or that he has allowed someone else (typically a third-party contractor) to do just so. There is no expectation of continuity from day to day, anymore. This isn't a workplace, it's a nightmare: one of those nightmares where you keep inexplicably coming back to the same place no matter what path you take away from it, and each return takes you one step closer to the brink of insanity.
I love my job.
I mean... I've known this almost from the start, but this last week has brought about the duh moment where it really sank in. Mark is a horrible businessman and has absolutely no business running a business. And here I am, stuck working in this place where there is no cohesion, no realistic functionality. I'm getting very, very tired of having to come in each day to find that Mark has made some new unrealistic demand upon the staff, or that he has allowed someone else (typically a third-party contractor) to do just so. There is no expectation of continuity from day to day, anymore. This isn't a workplace, it's a nightmare: one of those nightmares where you keep inexplicably coming back to the same place no matter what path you take away from it, and each return takes you one step closer to the brink of insanity.
I love my job.