Like a bad Ricki Lake episode.

I think I just quit my job, or something. I won't get into the nitty gritty details of it, but the woman from the state office came out and met with me and my site supervisor. I walked in calmly, stated my true feelings (the non-pregnant Tiffany would have tempered herself), and left with my dignity.

The offer was made for me to stay with certain changes being made...namely that I'd be given work to do that adequately reflects my skill level. Err, too late. It's been a month. If he'd been around more than 15 minutes/week he'd know that I'm a frickin' superstar.

Of course, the site supervisor tried to pin everything on the fact that I hadn't communicated with him that I didn't have enough to do. When did he want me to do that? When he was at home with his kids or perhaps when he was out at yet another meeting? Right, it's my fault that he thought that I wasn't efficient enough to be given more work to do. Why didn't I ask for more work to do? Because I was already driving around the continent doing shitty menial jobs - why would I want to do MORE of that? And who in their right mind would say, "Um, I'm not doing that" knowing they can get fired for insubordination? He didn't even want to acknowledge that the work I was doing was menial. He didn't even want to acknowledge that he's sent me out to deliver paperwork more than once. Feh, how soon they forget.

Anyway, if he couldn't recognize that there was a problem before I had to get the state office gestapo on his ass, I'm not going to sit around there for another 11 months trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents. It's not my responsibility to request supervision. He's the supervisor - that's what he's there for...to SUPERVISE!

My choice now is to move laterally into the same position in another county or to tender my resignation altogether. I've already rejected staying at the current location and turned in my key.

If I can line a temp job up by Friday, I'm through with the whole national service thing altogether. See, I tried to be nice and sacrifice and I get pooed on. Karma's a bitch.

I'll just float around the temp world until after the baby is born and then take some time to find a job in my actual career path.

Posted by Tiffany at August 30, 2006 05:18 PM | TrackBack