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Well, so much for that plan
Dec. 5th, 2007 04:34 pmToday I got a fantastic phone call from my boss telling me that I was no longer a "good fit" for the job. Bye-bye! Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out! She just kept saying how sorry she was and I was thinking, please stop saying that, as you are not sorry and it's getting annoying. But I didn't say much at all. This has kind of been our relationship from the beginning, and I have never liked her and at times actively hated her.
I'm no longer a fit because I'm not a tech head, and they want more technically oriented people, and I'm on the west coast, and they want someone in an east coast office who can go and do the tech stuff because I can't out here working remotely. And I know a lot of it is that I also broke the site a while ago, and while everyone was saying there was no way I could know that doing a) would lead to b) and they should never have built the tech that way so that one tiny thing could break it, I never mea culpa'ed to my boss specifically, just to everyone else, and that really sticks in her craw. She's the kind of person who makes micromanaging seem like a fun thing to have done to you -- she's like... nanomanaging, or something.
Anyway, I have until Feb to find a new job (good luck with that!) and for them to find a replacement. It's funny, I worked at a job once where I had three months they wanted me to finish, and mostly I think that was because they had no one to pick up my slack. Six months after I left they finally found someone, but they'd had to rewrite the job description because they couldn't find anyone with my skill set. But I think the magazine is much less about editing anymore, and all about the techy flashy stuff.
I'm pretty depressed about it, mostly because I'd rather not stick around but it's a lot easier to find work when you're working, and I'm kinda broke, what with adding a whole new house to my house. The hardest part in a way is coping with the idea of not working from home anymore. I hate the idea of going out into the crap weather all the time, and Olive is going to have to adjust her lifestyle as well -- she's only lived here with me when I can feed her and let her in and out all day long. Poor kid.
I told my dad this afternoon when he came by and he was his usual supportive self. "Oh, no! --pause-- I have to go use your bathroom." I said thanks for that show of tender support and later he asked me "I don't know what else you want me to say," and I said, "Maybe just once you could say something dadlike and go 'it'll be okay' or 'you're not a fuckup' or something." All he could muster was a sighing "well". Thanks, Dad.
My field is pretty small here. And I'm older and in a salary range I doubt I can meet. I wish I felt comfortable going freelance, but I so don't. Mostly I just feel like a fuckup who's unable to keep up with the kids these days, and that there's something wrong with me that I keep ending up back here again. It's sort of a joke that I run the practicum at the UW certificate program when I can't even keep myself employed.
I'm no longer a fit because I'm not a tech head, and they want more technically oriented people, and I'm on the west coast, and they want someone in an east coast office who can go and do the tech stuff because I can't out here working remotely. And I know a lot of it is that I also broke the site a while ago, and while everyone was saying there was no way I could know that doing a) would lead to b) and they should never have built the tech that way so that one tiny thing could break it, I never mea culpa'ed to my boss specifically, just to everyone else, and that really sticks in her craw. She's the kind of person who makes micromanaging seem like a fun thing to have done to you -- she's like... nanomanaging, or something.
Anyway, I have until Feb to find a new job (good luck with that!) and for them to find a replacement. It's funny, I worked at a job once where I had three months they wanted me to finish, and mostly I think that was because they had no one to pick up my slack. Six months after I left they finally found someone, but they'd had to rewrite the job description because they couldn't find anyone with my skill set. But I think the magazine is much less about editing anymore, and all about the techy flashy stuff.
I'm pretty depressed about it, mostly because I'd rather not stick around but it's a lot easier to find work when you're working, and I'm kinda broke, what with adding a whole new house to my house. The hardest part in a way is coping with the idea of not working from home anymore. I hate the idea of going out into the crap weather all the time, and Olive is going to have to adjust her lifestyle as well -- she's only lived here with me when I can feed her and let her in and out all day long. Poor kid.
I told my dad this afternoon when he came by and he was his usual supportive self. "Oh, no! --pause-- I have to go use your bathroom." I said thanks for that show of tender support and later he asked me "I don't know what else you want me to say," and I said, "Maybe just once you could say something dadlike and go 'it'll be okay' or 'you're not a fuckup' or something." All he could muster was a sighing "well". Thanks, Dad.
My field is pretty small here. And I'm older and in a salary range I doubt I can meet. I wish I felt comfortable going freelance, but I so don't. Mostly I just feel like a fuckup who's unable to keep up with the kids these days, and that there's something wrong with me that I keep ending up back here again. It's sort of a joke that I run the practicum at the UW certificate program when I can't even keep myself employed.
