Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Sunday, April 24, 2011
 
I've finally been told when my last day is "around". Again, nothing specific. But at least I know that my current position will be in existence until mid-September. I am quite relieved that I have an idea as to when I will paid until. That feels great.

I am not even worried about finding a job until then. I'll find something. Definitely not at my current company. My current boss approached me today to ask how she could keep me in the store. I told her that, right now, nothing appeals to me. In truth, every time I get the inkling that I may try to find something within, something happens that reminds me why I should be focusing my energy elsewhere. This past Friday, I was reminded why I could never work for the person who is now in charge of what I do. And the person in charge of him, either. What a couple of tools.

So, what next? Not sure yet. I am applying for HR type jobs that have teaching/education leanings. I also have this idea that I will go back to the kitchen. Who knows. Even I don't. But there is one thing I know: I don't want to work for my current company.

If you're thinking why, here's why: my current boss is being contacted because of their "concern" that I am not "enthusiastic" about the change in structure. Let's see: you just told me that my position won't exist and there is a chance I won't have a job come September. You want me to cheer? Oh wait... I also wrote a letter of concern about how I have not been told what my final date is almost a month AFTER I was told my position does not exist. And now, because I requested some sort of communication, I am branded as "trouble"?

You're right. I don't have to work for you. Later.
 
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some people have a lot of nerve
 
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