"I cursed myself for being surprised that this didn't play like it did in my mind."
Had the bomb dropped on me today. The BIG bomb. The one I have been dreading for weeks.
My last day of work is tomorrow. And I'm not even sad about it really. I don't want to go in the direction that our station is headed. I don't want to be associated with what is coming. I want to break away and do something different. I'm angry. And it's because of the way they chose to tell me. It wasn't professional. It wasn't anything. A lot of miscommunication led to a phone call (not even to me, btw) that led to an iffy conversation that eventually led to a very late afternoon meeting when the human resources manager stopped by my office to see if I had heard the news that I had been let go. Yes, I had, but shouldn't I have heard it from her? It just makes me angry how no one bothered to get their facts straight or approach me about this until this afternoon. What a bunch of losers. I am dunzo.
So I came home without much of an appetite and worked out. Then I ate pizza. That's right, pizza. And I undid everything I did at the gym tonight. And I really don't care. Today has been an incredibly crappy day. Andrew made me muffins though, so I guess that's one good thing.
Now I have to pack for this weekend -- heading to Ft. Smith for a girls' weekend with Laura.
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