Sep 7, 2005

So here I am

Back in the office again. Typing out contracts. Boy was it hard to
make myself come in. When I opened the door and smelled the
distinctive dusty musty odor of this place, I almost turned around.
"Skip this place!" I thought to myself
And then I saw that the office door was allready opened.
Great. He's here.
I braced myself and walked in apprehensively. What are we going to
find today, I wondered? Good humored chuckling? Hysterical
outbursts? Petty attacks? Joviality?
Luckily after he sarcastically joked about my time of arrival
(insinuating I was late according to when I told him I was coming in
which is ridiculous because I didn't give him an exact time in the
first place when calling this morning. I said I was waiting for my
ride and probably won't get there until after 2:00 to which he said
"Ok - sure - no problem - I probably will get there about the same
time too.") he handed me some papers to type out and dramatically
lamented how he'd "been WAITING for me to get there" and then left to
"do an errand."
Um.
He really had to WAIT FOR ME to get there to hand me 4 papers? Was
it that serious?!
Jeez!
Anyway, I've finished typing the stuff and thought I'd sneak in a
quick post via my email.

Am I going to say anything to him? Can I do it? What will I say?
Will he understand? Will he freak out? Will he scream at me? Maybe
worse, will he ask me to stay? Oh god, that would be awful! Then
what!? In a way, him being a jerkoff kinda helps me because honestly,
this commute and lack of hours and pay is killing me anyway but I
would have felt so guilty about leaving him in a lurch. He's just
making things easier for me.

And what about giving notice? How can I not do that? But more
realistically, how could I work here for 2 weeks under circumstances
that would likely be even more inflamed than they allready are now
should I tell him I'm leaving after such a short period of time here.
I mean, this guy is totally a mess. I'm not exaggerating when I
tell you, he doesn't even know how to TURN ON a computer much less use
it. Without an assistant, he can't really access his emails,
voicemail, nothing. There are lots of files on this computer that he
won't be able to access rendered him helpless in some ways.

That's terrible!

He needs help!

Oh gosh..

Listen to me.

Do I sound wishy washy or what.

Oy vey.

Reminds me of many other situations in my life. Brings up so many
other personal issues for me.

(Do I have enough time now to explore that? He will be back any minute.)

I think perhaps my biggest issue right now though is money. Remember
how I said I only have $30 to my name? Make that $7 dollars. Yes,
$7 dollars in my bank and I used my ATM card to buy a Jamba juice for
breakfast/lunch on the way so acutally - it's probably like $1.

HAHAHHAAH

OK. That suddenly sounded funny to me.

I have ONE DOLLAR.

How incredibly humorously pathetic is that?!

Oh my goodness.

What am I going to do?????

I called the temp service that I registered with months ago and asked
if they had any jobs in yet. Of course, they said no. Again. In
fact, they've never had anything in. How do they stay in business?
Do they have ANY clients? It's strange, I've done temp work many
times before and never experienced anything other than a plethora of
jobs to choose from. Why is this one different?

I did find however online today a list of half a dozen other temp
services in this area that I hadn 't known of before. Maybe I could
just register with all of them like a crazy woman. Surely SOMEONE has
something for me?

I am so scared.

2 comments:

The Anti-Wife said...

Just hang tough until you find something else. And as far as feeling sorry for his lazy ass...he didn't "just become" a raving and inept lunatic. He plays the role well so people take care of him. You have to treat yourself like you are Indigo Blues Inc. You do what's best for the business, and dropping a client flat on his ass might be the best for your "business" (when you find a new job, that is). Keep something in mind: you work as an employee, which means there needs to be a MUTUAL understanding. You work for a paycheck; he pays you to work. You are NOT an indentured servant, and you do NOT own his sorry ass squat if he chooses to treat you like dog meat.

Just hang tough...we'll keep you company out here in blogland and walk you through it all!

The Anti-Wife said...

OOPS...typo. Sentence should read:

You are NOT an indentured servant, and you do NOT *owe* his sorry ass squat if he chooses to treat you like dog meat.