All my crowns
I have a confession to make. I am a "Miss". By that, I mean "pageant queen"... you get the point. I have been Miss Rising Insecurity, Miss Negative Self-Esteem, Miss Shy-and-Quiet and Miss Growing-Outwards-Not-Upwards for a whole 23 returning years. Yes, I have been crowned and adorned with a satin sash since 1983. My goddamn closet is filled with trophies with little statues of weeping, crumbling, bashful and 'compact' (in lack of a better word) women on top. By the way, those titles are not real, it's just something I made up.
Anyway, I am - as you all by now should be well aware of - sick and tired of my job. Today, I called this lady back who called me yesterday about one of the jobs I applied for. I was interested in this job, and she was obviously interested in me as a successful candidate for it as well. But it was a rather short and unfulfilling phone call...
Me: Hi, you called me yesterday about a receptionist job?
Her: Oh, right, hi! Yes, I'm very interested in talking to you. Are you currently working?
Me: Yes, I am.
Her: All right, and how long is your resignation period?
Me (insecure now): Umm, three months...
Her: Oh... this job has a rather immediate start date. I'm sorry. But I'll keep your application and resume here, in case something else comes up that I think you'll be right for.
Me: Oh, right... well, thanks for calling me anyway.
Her: No problem!
Me: Bye.
Her: Bye!
Do you understand?! I lost a job I probably could have easily gotten because of my stupid THREE MONTH resignation period. In my little rant, I wrote my parents an email saying I'm bloody fed up and I want them to send me previous resignation letters they've written. So my dad calls me, and tells me I should ask for a meeting with my boss and explain the situation. I don't think he realises what an entirely stupid idea that is. I just now in December had this evaluation at work, where my boss told me how great she thinks I am and that I fit in so well here and all that bullshit. She asks if I have any comments, and how I feel about the job. And because of my many titles that I have mentioned earlier, I naturally didn't tell her that the customers make me what to scream and/or throw up. That I cannot stand it for another minute, and that I want to get the hell outta customer service as fast as I can. Instead, I just averted my eyes and shrugged, going "Oh, I don't know... it's great." I am going to hell for telling lies, people!! And now, my dad wants me to sit down with her saying, "I can't take it anymore, it drives me off the flippin' wall." THAT IS NOT HAPPENING! And he said that I shouldn't resign until I have another job ready and secured, but my problem is that my three month long resignation period means that any other place of employment would rather go with their second choice candidate than me (if I am the first choice) becase the second choice is free right away. He goes "three months go by before you know it, and what if you're unemployed then?"
It just makes me so mad, that I just spontaneously burst into tears, feeling like hitting someone until they stop fighting my blows and lie dead on the ground, and even then keep hitting. I am so angry that even writing this makes me tear up and type so hard the keyboard creaks and threatens to die. I have a pain in my jaw because I clench my teeth shut so hard to keep from screaming until my insanity and anger goes away. Never before have I been this frustrated, without being able to do anything about it except hope that some company wants me to work for them enough to wait for THREE BLOODY MONTHS whilst I work out my resignation period.
I have to stop now, because I'm just burying myself in complete and utter frustration. lol
Anyway, I am - as you all by now should be well aware of - sick and tired of my job. Today, I called this lady back who called me yesterday about one of the jobs I applied for. I was interested in this job, and she was obviously interested in me as a successful candidate for it as well. But it was a rather short and unfulfilling phone call...
Me: Hi, you called me yesterday about a receptionist job?
Her: Oh, right, hi! Yes, I'm very interested in talking to you. Are you currently working?
Me: Yes, I am.
Her: All right, and how long is your resignation period?
Me (insecure now): Umm, three months...
Her: Oh... this job has a rather immediate start date. I'm sorry. But I'll keep your application and resume here, in case something else comes up that I think you'll be right for.
Me: Oh, right... well, thanks for calling me anyway.
Her: No problem!
Me: Bye.
Her: Bye!
Do you understand?! I lost a job I probably could have easily gotten because of my stupid THREE MONTH resignation period. In my little rant, I wrote my parents an email saying I'm bloody fed up and I want them to send me previous resignation letters they've written. So my dad calls me, and tells me I should ask for a meeting with my boss and explain the situation. I don't think he realises what an entirely stupid idea that is. I just now in December had this evaluation at work, where my boss told me how great she thinks I am and that I fit in so well here and all that bullshit. She asks if I have any comments, and how I feel about the job. And because of my many titles that I have mentioned earlier, I naturally didn't tell her that the customers make me what to scream and/or throw up. That I cannot stand it for another minute, and that I want to get the hell outta customer service as fast as I can. Instead, I just averted my eyes and shrugged, going "Oh, I don't know... it's great." I am going to hell for telling lies, people!! And now, my dad wants me to sit down with her saying, "I can't take it anymore, it drives me off the flippin' wall." THAT IS NOT HAPPENING! And he said that I shouldn't resign until I have another job ready and secured, but my problem is that my three month long resignation period means that any other place of employment would rather go with their second choice candidate than me (if I am the first choice) becase the second choice is free right away. He goes "three months go by before you know it, and what if you're unemployed then?"
It just makes me so mad, that I just spontaneously burst into tears, feeling like hitting someone until they stop fighting my blows and lie dead on the ground, and even then keep hitting. I am so angry that even writing this makes me tear up and type so hard the keyboard creaks and threatens to die. I have a pain in my jaw because I clench my teeth shut so hard to keep from screaming until my insanity and anger goes away. Never before have I been this frustrated, without being able to do anything about it except hope that some company wants me to work for them enough to wait for THREE BLOODY MONTHS whilst I work out my resignation period.
I have to stop now, because I'm just burying myself in complete and utter frustration. lol
posted by Lady Lovelylocks at 11:51 AM
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