“It’s just about time to go” announces my anxiety.
“I wish I didn’t have to” I reply, still worn out from my work life.
“You could quit..” says Reason.
“Who will pay the bills?!” demands Fear
“You have other jobs that make you more money. You would be able to grow that business if you were not tied up in that cesspool every day” argues Reason.
“But what if…” Anxiety starts but is cut off by Sadness “What if WHAT?! What if you work for YEARS making them money and they treat you like crap? What if you sacrificed your time with friends or family and they lie about you?? What if you have helped each of them on different occasions and they act like you are the biggest piece of shit in the world?! Yeah, what if. That will make things better!”
My department is thriving again. First in income and dollars per.
Yet, I don’t know how to manage.
Wednesday is my unreasonable deadline.
My attorney is willing to go after them personally for their bullying and intimidation. My attorney is willing to go after the company for allowing it. All I need to do is sign on the dotted lines. Yet….I really don’t want to.
Not because they all don’t deserve it. They do.
It’s because I don’t deserve it.
I deserve to have the respect that the work I have done over the years dictates.
If you don’t like someone, it doesn’t change their value. If you don’t like someone, it changes YOUR value if you allow it to interfere with everyone’s ability to do the job.
Senior Director likes to say “We need to remember that it doesn’t matter if we like someone personally. It only matters that they can do the job”.
Senior is trying to convince themselves and those around because they are all fodder within the company for making “mean girl” business decisions based on emotion and favor.
Keep repeating it because you’re no closer than you were the first time you said it.