Warning: This post contains quite a few swear words. I’ve fucking warned you!
In an effort to be ‘positive’ about my impending work layoff, I’ve created a countdown of work days that are left. I need to stay 94 work days in order to receive a severance package. 94 days!!! That seems like an eternity from now, given how I feel about everything. Even though this work reorg had been in the works and I’d been expecting to be impacted, I’ve had very mixed emotions this week about everything. I’m feeling totally overwhelmed, grumpy, downright bitchy and a terrible wife, mom, employee and person. I’ve vacillated between “It’s gonna be OK!” to “What are we going to do?!” and I’ve spent a lot of time feeling completely and utterly numb.
Found out yesterday that instead of reporting to my current boss through the rest of the calendar year, the “new” manager wants to meet with us so they can get started ASAP! Way to be a go-getter. Funny part? We are US based, and the new regime is in Singapore or Hong Kong or some other place in Asia….so how’s that gonna work? It’s a 12 hour time difference. My current boss hears this news, pitches a fit and leaves work at noon (after coming in at 10AM). And I wanted to say to her, “Wait, why are you upset? This doesn’t even affect you…you won’t report to them!”
And on top of that, based on the information we’re getting, the new regime thinks my coworker and I are going to automatically re-apply for our jobs. What a huge assumption to make, considering this is the second time in less than a year, that I’ve been basically “fired” and told I could re-apply for my job…if I wanted to. No thank you. No fucking thank you. Our meeting with them on Monday should be interesting, as I plan on leading that discussion with…”I have no intention of re-applying….” I know that I’m a good worker. I’m productive, hard working, but man this shit has been demoralizing…the message that I’m getting is that the work I’ve done isn’t valued or appreciated. And that’s a bitter pill to swallow, considering I always try to put forth my very best effort.
I had been bitching to my husband Wednesday night at dinner that our general manager hasn’t said a word to me about being impacted. Not a “Hey I’m sorry this happened to you” or something like that…even if it is fake!!!! Let’s at least try to fake some compassion. I’m sorry that I bitched about it, because yesterday he said to me, “Hey, well at least I could let you work from Hawaii in between firings…” [Sidenote: My husband had a work assignment in Hawaii for 3 months…and I was ‘allowed’ to work remotely for a total of weeks so I wouldn’t be caring for our 3 month old child ALL BY MYSELF.] So fucking compassionate of him to say that right? Asshole.
Last thing I will mention about work, before I move on to my other
complaints bitches, is how fucking dumb are people if they really expect us to produce when we’ve just been told we won’t have jobs?!? I mean, what kind of fucking fantasy land do they live in?
Husband will be traveling next week for work. He told me he wasn’t going to travel during the month of October, but realistically, with what is going on his job, I knew that wasn’t going to be possible. So next week he’ll be gone from Tuesday – Friday. Let’s hope I don’t lose my shit again when he’s gone.
Husband wants to invite mother-in-law to come here to ‘help’ me when he’s gone next week, and also for next month, when he will be traveling for most of the month. Ah Dios Mio! My mother-in-law is a little 4 foot Hispanic woman who doesn’t speak a lick of English. I know enough Spanish to be dangerous, but clearly there is a communication gap between us. So let’s leave us alone together for a week with a baby! Yes! Because that sounds like one more thing I need to fucking deal with right now, doesn’t it?
Vivi must be going through some kind of developmental leap these days, because she’s just whiny whenever you set her down for onesinglesecond. And honestly, it’s been so fucking annoying for me. It’s been so bad that I’ve been telling the husband that I will walk the dog so he can get her ready because I need the break.
I was walking the dog yesterday, and had Vivi in the jogging stroller and I sprained my ankle so badly. It was like “Bam! Bitch goes down!” because I completely fell forward, my ankle completely twisting.
And ordinarily our cute little dog never bothers me, but he just put his paws on my leg and was talking to me like “Hey mom how are you?” And in response I yelled, “SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!”
I even went to therapy this week, although I don’t think you can tell based on this post. Therapy is one of my coping skills. I believe everyone needs therapy. I’ve been working out and eating copious amounts of peanut butter fudge too. I’ve got mad coping skillz.
I don’t know where I’m really going with this, but I want to shout out: “UNIVERSE CAN YOU GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK FROM ALL THIS STRESS? AND I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT A BROKEN BONE…LIKE A REPRIEVE FROM THIS BEFORE I END UP IN THE LOONY BIN!!!!!”
Note: If you see no more posts from me after this, I’m probably in a room with padded walls.