Warning: The following turned into a huge vent!!
Naturally I'm still waiting for them to tell me when this week off starts.
I interviewed for the other job, and it reminded me why I left. Now I have to figure out which job I hate less.
It's still cold in this office, ranging from 55-65 depending on the day. Any day now mgmt is going to find my little space heater that is barely helping and make me take it home, and I'm going with it.
They change the rules about my job often, at times seemingly daily. Yesterday I got an email basically saying to refer cases I have to hand it to them on a silver platter with all the work done for them (them being the filing officers). Today, my manager gives me a list to call from. 15 mins later she comes by and asks if I have any referrals from it. Uh, no. It takes like an hour to complete a referral, minimum, and that's after you find a case that CAN be referred. She then says "well I'll check back in an hour, if you don't have any referrals by then, we'll have to see what we need to do". It didn't sound good. After she left, I couldn't hold it in another second and I broke down in tears. I felt like I was on the game show "Beat the Clock" and the prize was - keep your job!!
Somehow I found a case, did all the locate, mercifully the file was where it was supposed to be, and got the paperwork to my spvr in less than an hour. Meanwhile, I feel that last bastion of sanity slowly slipping away.
Ugh. Is it worth it? I feel like a better person for wanting to work, and not sitting home on welfare, but at this point what is the personal cost becoming? What kind of parent can I be at the end of days like this?
It just feels better to at least be able to vent, sorry guys.