I love new beginnings. Hope. A chance for a clean slate. Something new. And the start of 2009 is definitely something new and unfamiliar.
I’m no longer working for someone else. After a series of events, I finally found it necessary for me to end my time with my previous company. And I’ve never been happier. In the weeks following my resignation I’ve reflected on the whole experience and I know beyond a shadow of doubt that I have made the right decision.
That place was crazy. I worked for a married couple, who to say the least, had a few problems. It wasn’t that they fought at work or anything, but they have deep-rooted bitterness towards one another that manifested itself in unique ways. But when push came to shove, they were the ones that had to sleep together at night and therefore you could never point out that the other had done something wrong or said something differently. I guess I knew going into it that it was a potentially hazardous situation, but I can’t believe that things got as bad as they did. I, being the new kid, was the easy target. But I also pushed back more than the other employees and I wouldn’t take as much crap. (At least from my perspective.)
The heart of the problem was that I had two bosses. And one of them liked me and the other didn’t. It was a strange experience to not be an invaluable asset to the company I was working for. I’ve always been such a hard worker and contributor to my place of employment. Included in my work ethic are a few principles like: leave your personal shit at home & smile and be pleasant to your co-workers. I thought these things would be understood, but not when you’re working for the Godfather.
The husband-boss loved me…the wife-boss on the other hand…well, she makes Cruella DeVille seem friendly. Seriously, Meryl Streep (in The Devil Wears Prada) ain’t got nothing on this lady. If she wasn’t commenting on how I looked, she was trying to make me feel like an idiot and micromanage everything from my business letter writing to client relationships. She was really just a big bully. I always felt so bad for her assistant too because she really did get the worst of it…until she realized that I was fresh meat. I really think I drove her personally nuts, everything about me. I also think she has a bad spirit. My co-workers tried to tell me that she was an o.k. person outside of work and that she could be compassionate, but I guess I never saw it. Even the one day she took me to lunch (during my first week) she was trying to manipulate the hell out of me and I realized it, all the while talking bad about the gal that had been working for her for the last 6 years! I mean really, my boss talking bad about another co-worker. Really?!
I guess I wanted to continue to give her the benefit of the doubt. I tried justifying her actions every way possible. “It’s the fourth quarter and everyone’s tense.” “She’s just really busy.” “She’s …” Well, she’s just a bad person. And really, she’s a terrible office manager all together. Things got so bad that the heat got shut off because either A. she forgot to pay the bill or B. because she didn’t have the money to pay the bill. Even one of my co-workers checks bounced.
Despite all of that I feel like the stinker is that I liked what I did and most of my co-workers. It was fun and interesting and something different everyday. But I’m too old to be treated like an idiot. Unlike most of my other former co-workers, that was not my first job and I know better. So, I ended it. And boy did she cut her nose off to spite her face. I never even got to see or talk to my actual boss, her husband. As soon as I told her that I had made my decision, she sent me packing. And I’m so glad that I did.
Now my days are spent doing exactly what I want to be doing. I had a momentary freak out there for a little bit, but you know, God provides. Just when I started to hyperventilate about the fact that I have quit my job in the toughest economic times since the great depression, we got a phone call that a friend’s basement had flooded and they wanted to hire B to fix it. Hallelujah! And he’s starting an attic remodel in two weeks! And now I’m free to do what I want…and that is to be in control of my time. I value my time more than anything else. And now I am free to write, craft, clean, search, relax and do just what it is that I want to do.