It's a GAD GAD World
Sunday, October 26, 2008
I've spent the past 2 days sobbing like a baby & right now I'm edgy as hell despite the fact that I took my doxepin 1/2 an hour ago. I'm thinking it's hormones, which would be really crappy because I have my yearly performance review this week & I don't want to be dealing with hormonal shit on top of it.
I hate reviews. I would rather undergo a hysterectomy without anesthesia than go through a review. But they're required at my place of employment, so it's either that or look for another job.
I've been trying to look, but I'm not seeing much I like. Either that, or I see something I like that a) I'm not quite qualified for, or b) doesn't pay adequately. BTW, in case I didn't mention it, Almighty Performing Arts College informed me that my salary requirements were way out of line for the position I'd applied for. Ah well...fuck 'em.
I think I've done a damn good job this year. I've opened the semester without the help of my ultra-efficient colleague who left a few months ago. I've taken on several new responsibilities and done them well, despite negative circumstances.
Of course, my boss isn't going to see it that way. She's going to find lots of things to criticize. Not because she wants to criticize me, but without going into boring detail, our annual percentage raises are based on the ratings we receive in our reviews. We all know how well the economy is doing. So if my boss gives me a glowing review, it will translate into a big percentage raise. And we can't have that, can we?
Which is to say nothing of the salary inequity I pointed out to her back in January and about which she hasn't said a damn thing since March. I'm not even going to bring it up. I'm just going to watch her and see what she says. She probably thinks that if she keeps her mouth shut I'll forget about it too.
Speaking of my ultra-efficient colleague, she stopped by for a visit a few weeks ago. The only reason I know this is because another staff member had mentioned it in passing. I busted my ass for that bitch and she doesn't even stop by to say hello to me? Just goes to prove, you can spend hours at the gym and thousands on designer clothes, but it doesn't mean you have any class.
In other news, Guitar God has a gig coming up in December. I found out about it Friday, and decided I was going to try & get myself in shape. So I promptly went to the grocery store and bought two half-gallons of ice cream (hey, it was on sale! and at least it was LIGHT ice cream!), then I baked cookies this afternoon.
But at least I worked out. Not much, just my arms. Arms are all I can do in my clutter-filled apartment. I can't lie down on the floor and watch my workout tape at the same time.
I've got other computer stuff to do, so I'm going to shut up now.
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