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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Good Thing I Wasn't Suicidal

Lately, more than ever before, I've hated my job.  Really, really, really hated it.  My slump is coming off the sting of a comment in which my manager couldn't even accurately describe to someone what it is that I do around the office.  She didn't even come close.

She has no idea why I'm there.

Therefore, I have no idea why I'm there.

It's depressing.  This is the person who rates my performance.  Anyway, so I've been moping about this for just over a week now.

Over the span of this time, I've gotten chewed out for the usual:

  • She delegated a job to someone inadequately equipped to handle it just because she wanted to be "politically correct" and they *surprise!* didn't get it completed.  I'm their direct manager, so it must be my fault.
  • She railroaded a project I was spearheading and made everyone turn in their results directly to her.  Then flaked out on the presentation of said results in a meeting.  When the team didn't present the information that they said they were going to....yep, you guessed it.  My fault.  Because I'm their direct manager.  I didn't even know what they were supposed to be talking about.  I still don't.
  • She micromanaged her sales team out of a "leadership exercise" that involved members of my staff.  When that blew up in her face...somehow it ended up being my group's fault that her group can't lead for shit.  Awesome.
And then other random assorted things that I don't even have it in me to go through.  I just know that I reached a pretty deep low this morning.  I'd had enough of the wallowing in self-pity, though.  I did what any person in my situation should do: I sat her down and let her know that I'm very unhappy in my job and I'd like to talk to her about making some changes and coming to a better understanding of my responsibilities.

Her response?

Oh, gosh, I know exactly what you're going through.  I felt like that all last week.  You should read this email that my sister wrote me.  You have no idea ...blah blah blah... then my mom went to this thing and blah blah blah ... and then my brother ...blah blah blah...

So, yeah, it's a good thing that her employee didn't just tell her that she's stuck in a horrible rut and, you know, reach out to her for help or something.  'Cuz she's got enough on her shoulders. Poor baby.