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I'm just so strung out. I should have quit a year ago, and I've spent this entire year watching my boss regress further and further into childhood and me having to step in as mommy, even while I'm being treated like dogshit by the firm and the big client.
I've started yelling at my boss, which doesn't bother him, because he is a BABY and thinks that MOMMY is probably right, but fuck him. In the last three weeks, I've been told 15 different things about whether I can bill overtime, all by him. I finally put my foot down on Friday and said, "Fine, done, I will not do any overtime in the few weeks left in this job. No problem." What happened? Boss called me that night FOR NO REASON but just to "check in" an hour after my departure time. I picked up and said, "what's the problem" because fuck him unless it's an emergency, it can wait. Then yesterday he asked me if I could work overtime and I said NO. No, I am not able to work any more overtime.
He asked me whether that was because I had plans or whether someone at the firm had said anything to me about overtime.
I said, yes, someone at the firm has talked to me about it. YOU have. I have heard too many differing takes on whether or not overtime is okay and I have no energy to even think about it, so I'm taking the problem off the table and doing no more overtime.
He was sad.
I'm like what. ever.
~ ~ ~ All meetings end in separation All acquisition ends in dispersion All life ends in death - The Buddha
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Every hundred years, all new people
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