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Almost there
Jan. 11th, 2006 07:34 pmSo, I almost quit my job today. I was one comment - one email away from it. I'm tired of dealing with our biggest client who does nothing but send me nasty-grams about why something isn't where they want it when they want it, when I've had no time to do it.
I'm tired of having NO back up from my employer with these folks because, frankly, it's his job - his livelihood, to cave for them. Today, in a small meeting, when asked what the solution was, I looked tiredly at him and said (and I quote) "get a bottle of lube." Of course, since this meeting was with a meeting of men, they all laughed, shocked that I'd say something like that. I continued on that I'm tired of having my intelligence, my work ethic and my job skills insulted by people who don't live in reality land when it comes to their own business. I went on about how it's a lot easier to do business when everyone has their own bottle of lube and is willing to use it - but when I get the nasty-grams, *I am the one getting hurt by this, not my boss - ME.
Unfortunatly, the client likes having a single target,so I can't spead the love over my entire team. I need to be the one to delegate, disseminate and bend over and spread 'em wide. Oh yeah, and they are coming next week to "share ideas on efficiency and investigate the market." read: coming to look at property, tell me how I'm screwing up and how to fix it. Joy.
And with no back-up as a matter of course, I was quite ready to throw in the towel. Thank God my dear buddy/office manager whisked me away to lunch so I could cool on down.
I didn't quit. No. Not yet. However, I don't have many reasons to stay.
I'm tired of having NO back up from my employer with these folks because, frankly, it's his job - his livelihood, to cave for them. Today, in a small meeting, when asked what the solution was, I looked tiredly at him and said (and I quote) "get a bottle of lube." Of course, since this meeting was with a meeting of men, they all laughed, shocked that I'd say something like that. I continued on that I'm tired of having my intelligence, my work ethic and my job skills insulted by people who don't live in reality land when it comes to their own business. I went on about how it's a lot easier to do business when everyone has their own bottle of lube and is willing to use it - but when I get the nasty-grams, *I am the one getting hurt by this, not my boss - ME.
Unfortunatly, the client likes having a single target,so I can't spead the love over my entire team. I need to be the one to delegate, disseminate and bend over and spread 'em wide. Oh yeah, and they are coming next week to "share ideas on efficiency and investigate the market." read: coming to look at property, tell me how I'm screwing up and how to fix it. Joy.
And with no back-up as a matter of course, I was quite ready to throw in the towel. Thank God my dear buddy/office manager whisked me away to lunch so I could cool on down.
I didn't quit. No. Not yet. However, I don't have many reasons to stay.
