Warrior Princess

December 12, 2008

Adios to Crazy Land

Filed under: Crazy Land, Faith and Spirituality, Greed Run Amok, Office Hell — ggirl @ 5:18 pm

Adios to Crazy Land. I was given two weeks’ notice today, after a 6-hour talk with Owner. They’re keeping the ever-valuable Golf Pro. He won’t be taking a pay cut. He’s an excellent manager and always fills out all the forms correctly. I’m thinking he’s an superb candidate for taking over my workers’ comp and OSHA reporting. I neglected to mention this to Owner, but I’ll make the suggestion on Monday. Crazy Land should not let his “discipline” go to waste.

Mr. Moneybags is staying without a pay cut. Mr. Moneybags’ children are also staying. Incompetent IT Boy will continue to not be able to fix the computers. Mr. Moneybags will continue to provide incorrect financial data to Owner.

Wow. What great management decisions. Of course, how could it be Crazy Land if pragmatic, rational decisions were made?

Am I angry? Well, yes. Am I hurt? Very. My work for the company has gone unappreciated. There’s an Arab (I think) proverb that applies to Owner here. “You can get what you want but then you have to pay for it.” Paying for it will begin as of next Friday. I was scheduled for vacation the following week. Anything they get from me will be completed by then. Let’s see. What can I complete? I’m going to be busy continuing to look for a job. I don’t think they’re getting anything from me.

As for my database work, I won’t sabotage. I am far more ethical than my soon-to-be former co-workers. However, any assistance they receive in the future will be billed at the standard market rate. Ching ching. When the phone rings, the billing clock will start ticking. Other than me, no one knows how to do anything with the database.

This will ultimately be a good thing for me. I’ve been resentful and enraged for years. My refuge has been humor. There’s been plenty to laugh about. Too bad I won’t be around to see the hilarious consequences of my departure.

“Lean into the hard places.” Words to live by; I’ve been given an opportunity to be a spiritual warrior. That’s what the quote really means. You know I’ll embrace the opportunity. It’s a great gift to be called to live your faith.

I’m a survivor. No matter what happens to me, I will cope with it. That’s more than most of the Crazy Land folks can say. Today I hope that misery abounds with virtually all of them. That’s unworthy of me and I’ll let go of that, too, very soon.  There’s no reason to hope, anyway.  Misery will indeed abound, just as it does now.

Finally, my favorite quote from Julian of Norwich, “All shall be well and all shall be well and all manner of things shall be well.” Amen.

December 10, 2008

Psychological Waterboarding

Panic off.  Instead of relying on rumors, Owner has turned up some reliable sources regarding the financial health of our clients.

That noise you hear is me laughing insanely and beating my head against the wall.

I won’t get fooled again.  No matter what the annual salary hit I’ll take, I’ve had enough.  In the meantime, cackle cackle whack whack.

December 9, 2008

Poison Pen Letter

Owner is back from his sick bed and maniacally focused on sending the business into the proverbial trash can.

Today, I’m angry. Golf Pro and his father, a stockholder, are planning to suck up one of the clients the Pro has carefully cultivated over the years by neglecting. By the way, this is Pro’s only client and one that existed prior to his employment. Pro foolishly believes this one client will provide him with the exorbitant lifestyle he’s come to wallow in. In the words of Bob Dylan, it’s a hard rain gonna fall.

Mr. Moneybags will no longer command his 6-figure income, nor will he have Crazy Land to purchase his vehicle. Owner is completely incapable of getting a job. Once we shut Crazy Land down, collecting outstanding debt will become vexing. However, Land’s debtors will inside on being paid. Where will all the money come from to support Owner’s grown children, his massive credit card debt and to support his own lavish lifestyle?

I’m at least realistic about the changes Crazy Land’s demise will have on my life. I have not grown accustomed to unrealistic pay rates. (See previous post.) I have breast cancer. Money is not my highest priority.

I’m angry about injustice, I’m angry about stupidity and greed. Relentless impending doom, when it’s not yet warranted, irritates me.

By all means, shut it down. Let’s all try to find our way. Before the end, though, several people will need to clear their schedules for a final interview with Ggirl. You cannot imagine the fear and trembling that can evoke.

December 4, 2008

I’m Not Home Yet

I threw away my prosthesis Monday night and moved my wigs off of my dresser.  I don’t know why it’s taken so long, nor do I know why there are still things I can’t look at and can’t get rid of.

I have several tote bags in my bedroom that I’ve used in the 3 years I’ve shuttled back and forth between here and M.D. Anderson.  They’re filled with insurance forms, bills, magazines, puzzle books…the stuff that accumulates while you wait.  Waiting is an art in which I’ve become well versed.

I can’t make myself go through it.  I try now and then, but that chemo nausea returns like a ghost to remind me of how bad it’s been.

I also carry a small notebook with me that includes, among other things, several pages detailing the physical reactions I had to chemotherapy.  I agreed to participate in a study that required I keep track.  I can’t tear those pages out.

I remind myself that I’ve been through a lot.  I got rid of the prosthesis, I moved my wigs.  It’s a journey of reconciliation.  I’m not home yet.

December 3, 2008

Rules For Living In Crazy Land

Filed under: Crazy Land, Office Hell, Things Can Always Get Worse — ggirl @ 9:37 am

Rule Number One for Living in Crazy Land:  Let go of ego and resentment.

Rule Number Two:  Remember that everyone here is suffering because of their own inability to let go of ego.

There’s no need for anger or fantasies of sabotage.  That self-indulgence merely leads me farther down the road into the Crazy Land wilderness where dysfunction flourishes.  I don’t do dysfunctional.  I guess that would be Rule Number Three.

When I’m grounded in reality, I’m always free to offer compassion.  And to be entertained.

December 1, 2008

Jingling Bling

Filed under: Crazy Land, Office Hell, Things Can Always Get Worse — ggirl @ 1:39 pm

Thanksgiving being (thankfully) over, the Festal Pig has returned to plague Crazy Land with jingly bling.

We have a minimal staff today–Golf Pro (wonder of wonders!), Mr. Moneybags, The Information Superhighway, IT Boy, Moneybags’ daughter, Morose Owner and, of course, yours truly, the Festal Pig.  Were it not for the constant jingle jingle of my bracelet, Crazy Land would be utterly grim.

Though it gave renewed temporary hope to Owner, virtually all of our citizens have accepted the inevitable demise of Crazy Land.  Owner, the Founder and Caretaker of Crazy Land, is determined to see the company crumble.  As far as he’s concerned, it already has.  His pessimism is living proof to the theory of self-fulfilling prophecy.  Owner is depressed and gloomy.  He’s already destitute.  The worst has already happened.

On the Pig front, I recently gained starling new information regarding salaries here and it’s given me new impetus to seek a new, more fulfilling Crazy Land.  Yes, boys and girls, it’s out there.  I will most assuredly find it and settle into a new, dysfunctional country of ego maniacs and eccentrics.

It turns out that Golf Pro isn’t the only one who’s raking in the cash.  Looks like I’m last in line for the gravy train.  If we weren’t already halfway under water, I might be tempted to sabotage my victories in developing a more efficient analytical database.  Mr. Moneybags would have to revisit the cost of building a new version. Reality can be a cruel and pricey teacher.  We’re two steps into the quicksand, though, and I’m not sure it’s worth the trouble required to commit  software vandalism.

I console myself with the knowledge that job offers for the wildly overpaid  with similar big bucks will be mighty slim.  I know none of these comforting thoughts falls into the holiday spirit mode.  I make up for it in jingle, though.  If my jingly bling irritates my fellow workers, all the better.

Jingle jingle, you buttwads.

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