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Jobs Blow...

So, I had a quick little meeting with my boss the other day so she could let me know that they are moving me...again. BUT, not just moving my desk and supervisor and adding more duties to my list this time, oh no, this time they are completely taking my job duties away from me, moving them to another department and THEY DON'T REALLY KNOW YET WHERE THEY ARE GOING TO PUT ME!?!! WTF? I can move to the tax department where they are putting my Fixed Asset duties but I H-A-T-E tax and I really don't see how I would be of any added value there...and I haven't been quiet about my distaste for all things tax EVER so anyone you ask that knows me at all can tell you that!

Ok, I'm starting to get a complex here people.

She even went so far as to say "We don't want to lose you, you're a great worker and super sharp"...yeah, too late for the pep talk lady. AND to make it WORSE she added "This could be a great opportunity for you". Ugh. Yeah, she went THERE. Don't patronize me people. It took every ounce of will power and self control not to be a total bitch about this and get nasty hateful. But, its not my boss's fault and I just kept telling myself that and tried not to cry...

This completely sucks, I mean, I work VERY HARD (despite my occasional days of blog posting) and I do a good job! I'm not going to let myself feel like I'm not doing a good job, but this is making me VERY nervous. They have no room for me in my current department and I really don't see any room for me anywhere else that isn't a demotion. I was already having a hard time coming in to work everyday because I miss Brazos so bad so this is really, really, really bad timing...I can't tell you how hard it is for me not to walk up to my nearest supervisor and tell them to suck it, I quit.

Being a grown-up professional sucks sometimes - my inner child is stomping its foot and saying "NO I DON'T WANNA MOVE AGAIN!". So, what to do? Stay and take a chance and see what they offer me or find another job? Sigh...did I mention this sucks?


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