August 26, 2010
And Now I Will Shut-Up for Forty-Six Days
Yeah. Well. Jeebus sent an email on Tuesday to let us all know that Monday, October 11th is The Day the Axe Falls. That's when the entire organization will find out who stays, who goes, and whose life sucks more afterwards.
And since none of you had October 11th in the pool, I'm keeping all the money. So there!
I took the short elevator trip to see Steel and WM yesterday afternoon. If you'll remember, yesterday was the last day of the "within three weeks" that WM was supposed to let me know whether or not the job I'd applied for -- and won -- still existed. But no cigar. They moved my cheese. (Damn. Now I'm kinda wishing I'd read that stupid book.)
I says to WM, I says, "So, I guess I'll be waiting until October 11th, like everyone else."
And WM says, he says, "Yeah, that's how it looks."
Well, at least I'm in good company, with the waiting and such. I guess I can understand it. Besides the fact that departments will be eliminated and people moved around, and nothing will be the way it is now, making it pointless to fill a position that will just have to be changed anyway -- it would probably look pretty damn bad if they hired/promoted someone while everyone else was waiting for their pink slips.
I mean, the position DOES need to be filled, and the temp doing it now just got a call and will be leaving to be a pastor somewhere very soon. But if it will spare me the envy and spitefulness of other support staff in the building, I guess I'm willing to wait another forty-six days.
(In all reality, I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks of me, you know that; I'm just trying to talk myself out of being a neurotic wreck for the next month and a half. Pretend there's a silver lining, Wenchie! And put down that crack pipe!)
So I'm gonna try really hard not to be a whiney, emo tween between now and Columbus Day. I'm not saying that I won't bitch about PhD Boss because he's due back in the office on September 13th, and let's face it -- after being without him for an entire summer while he was on his "extended leave," I'm not looking forward to having a stress headache again every weekend.
I'm just gonna try to remember that bigger things than Wenchie's So-Called Career are at stake and only cut myself where it won't show because no one likes a poser cutter.
So I will bid you Adieu for a few days, my pudding pies. I am going up north to gaze across the water, browse quaint antique shops, and have lots of sex with my husband without having to worry about if the dogs are watching or what time we have to get up in the morning.
Thanks for watching the dogs, Mom!
Comments
That sucks, but you seem to be taking it pretty well (at least in blog persona). Hope it works out as you want it too and good luck.
Posted by: Chris at August 26, 2010 09:09 AM