So this is a work blog. I walked in this morning to find about two weeks worth of daily envelopes on my desk with post it notes and stuff that was missing. Two of the bags were missing deposit verification forms that are no where to be found and I'll be damned if i got rooting through trash that is probably in the big dumpster out back by now if not in a landfill somewhere. The others had come in today and two of them hadn't been sent yet.
Then there was a paper I put in the desk that I had put in the wrong bag. The woman (I refuse to say her name because I just know that I have an anonymous reader that is going to report names back to someone else.) couldn't just slip it into the bag that she had already put on the desk??
So my boss calls or the manager calls her IDK which one and boss wants to talk to me and says that little she has been telling her (I know it's confusing but try to keep up) that there's stuff that I haven't been doing. Boss tells me that I have been doing this job for far too long to be making these mistakes. So I went and found all the dates that she says I'm fucking up and guess what. The days that it was me, it's not my fault because it was something I didn't do but couldn't do because she sent me home early. And the days that I didn't do what she's claiming I didn't do are not even my days. Hehe, I have it all proven that she's purposefully aiming for my back and not doing it subtlely.
So while I should be crowing at my pending probable victory, I am really stressing because if I have to spend my time covering my ass from someone like that at my workplace, is this really the right place for me? I don't even feel like my job is safe and someplace I should be right now.
My job used to be my refuge. The place I could go to talk to other grown up human beings. It's like that Old Madonna song from A league of their own... This Used to be My Playground... Have you ever heard that one? Work used to be my playground. Now it's my battleground and I need to take a minute and think about is what I make for the hours I am allowed to work is worth the stress and the medical problems I have because of it.
This is going to take some deep thought and as much as I hate to ask, I think I am going to have to turn to the one constant never ending source of love and support that I have always been able to turn to, my friends.
Should I stay and just suck it up, or should I finally let go and let my playground rust away like so many other escapes I have had in my life.
Single and blogging is confused... so confused...
