In Motion, Again

I am counting down the days until I start in on a new job. Same company, different department. I know it’s not ideal, but at the same time, it’s an income while I mosey toward the door.

My direct supervisor–who has treated me as if I were disposable at every turn up until now–threw a fairly massive hissy, in which she informed me that things were going to be just exactly the same in the new department, that the problem is company wide, and I’m nuts, if I think anything, anywhere is ever going to be better.

I’m fairly sure it will be better in that she won’t be there.

She has now settled into passive aggressive resignation.

And the occasional, over-the-top comment that just… Well, let’s be honest. This is the first time I’ve ever changed positions to get away from one, specific individual.

(Shhh. The upper-ups are sending out feelers to see if anyone wants her job.)

(I doubt they’ll have the option of waiting to replace her much longer.)

(And no, I don’t promote this blog locally.)

One of these days, I’ve gotta figure out what I really want to do with my life. I mean… a day job that matters might not be the worst thing in the world. If I could just figure out the… what do I want to do? part.

I’ve never had the faintest idea about that.


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    One thing that is for certain is that we are all disposable–and definitely replaceable. Working in a toxic setting, especially if a job is not what we’d most dream of, can be so stressful and discouraging. Hope what is to come is rewarding and uplifting for you.

    Arlee Bird
    Tossing It Out

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      Thanks for the good wishes. I do think, though, that there’s a lot of difference between being replaceable and being disposable. Toilet paper is disposable, but the company car? It’s replaceable, but you’d still better be taking good care of it. I definitely hope to be replaced at some point, but disposed of?

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