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Sucking rotten eggs..
Jan. 13th, 2005 02:29 pm(or how to really have a bad day at work)
Yesterday one of those rare days where many people I know had really awful days at work or just in general. One of my friends, whose car had been stuck in the quagmire east of Lancaster for several days, discovered it had been burglarized. He lost nearly all his fencing gear and some personal possessions. Another friend was called into her job for a meeting, only to get yelled at for 30 minutes by some of her shallow coworkers. They’d been expecting her to do certain things, only they’d never been telling her about them. I could add to this with what happened to Tara (further injuries). As for me, well I nearly got fired yesterday from my cushy cozy job…
I have a temper which has gotten me in trouble in the past and is something I take great care to (try to) keep under control. My program manager seems to think that it wasn’t yesterday. While trying to work out a scheduling problem prior to a test being conducted yesterday, an instrumentation technician verbally abused me (I’d say being called “an asshole” at the operations desk is somewhat abusive). In response, I gestured forcibly at the written schedule and misjudged (honest to gods truth) the distance. I hit the scheduling book hard enough that it sounded like a gunshot. My program manager comes tearing out of his office and upbraids *me* about my behavior. After the mission, I got called into his office, along with my supervisor, and was told my behavior was completely unprofessional. When I told him the wrap was accidental, he effectively told me I was lying, and then he told me that just one incident and he would walk me over to human resources.
Put simply, I’m updating my resume and probably going to shop myself out to other departments and companies. I can’t work for someone who distrusts or considers me a lair. Trust is a major issue to me in most relationships, whether professional or personal. I try my damnedst to abide by a certain code of honor that requires me to be honest and honorable to those I chose to associate with. Perhaps unrealistically, I expect that others to do the same with me. This fellow is known for being very difficult to work for (hence being undermanned in this department). He’s now completely lost my respect and any willingness to serve under him. With my skills and background, I should be able to go do something else.
This being said, it could have been much worse day yesterday all around. The kids were good yesterday. Brenna got most her school science project built, and tonight we may try to finish the rest. Chris has been very forgiving about me trimming his hair last night. I’m going to take him to the barber tomorrow. I also got to drive up to met with a young lady and her mother in Bakersfield who was interested in fencing and in ghost hunting/abandoned places photography. That seemed to go well. I also found out from the lady friend I wrote about last week, that all is well and that she was writing about someone else she knew.
::Sigh::
Yesterday one of those rare days where many people I know had really awful days at work or just in general. One of my friends, whose car had been stuck in the quagmire east of Lancaster for several days, discovered it had been burglarized. He lost nearly all his fencing gear and some personal possessions. Another friend was called into her job for a meeting, only to get yelled at for 30 minutes by some of her shallow coworkers. They’d been expecting her to do certain things, only they’d never been telling her about them. I could add to this with what happened to Tara (further injuries). As for me, well I nearly got fired yesterday from my cushy cozy job…
I have a temper which has gotten me in trouble in the past and is something I take great care to (try to) keep under control. My program manager seems to think that it wasn’t yesterday. While trying to work out a scheduling problem prior to a test being conducted yesterday, an instrumentation technician verbally abused me (I’d say being called “an asshole” at the operations desk is somewhat abusive). In response, I gestured forcibly at the written schedule and misjudged (honest to gods truth) the distance. I hit the scheduling book hard enough that it sounded like a gunshot. My program manager comes tearing out of his office and upbraids *me* about my behavior. After the mission, I got called into his office, along with my supervisor, and was told my behavior was completely unprofessional. When I told him the wrap was accidental, he effectively told me I was lying, and then he told me that just one incident and he would walk me over to human resources.
Put simply, I’m updating my resume and probably going to shop myself out to other departments and companies. I can’t work for someone who distrusts or considers me a lair. Trust is a major issue to me in most relationships, whether professional or personal. I try my damnedst to abide by a certain code of honor that requires me to be honest and honorable to those I chose to associate with. Perhaps unrealistically, I expect that others to do the same with me. This fellow is known for being very difficult to work for (hence being undermanned in this department). He’s now completely lost my respect and any willingness to serve under him. With my skills and background, I should be able to go do something else.
This being said, it could have been much worse day yesterday all around. The kids were good yesterday. Brenna got most her school science project built, and tonight we may try to finish the rest. Chris has been very forgiving about me trimming his hair last night. I’m going to take him to the barber tomorrow. I also got to drive up to met with a young lady and her mother in Bakersfield who was interested in fencing and in ghost hunting/abandoned places photography. That seemed to go well. I also found out from the lady friend I wrote about last week, that all is well and that she was writing about someone else she knew.
::Sigh::
