I don’t matter…
Apparently my concerns are not being taken very seriously. My boss waited until just now, 12:24 pm, to write me back (didn’t bother to call) and said that he didn’t realize he’d not be in his office all day today. I shall have to wait until tomorrow at 10 am to discuss what’s going on. I’m not sure if that’s because he needs to get HR and security on board and they can’t meet with us today or….I mean…the tone of my email was obvious. I told him that I was worried, fearful, confused….I told him it’s been really hard on me, not getting a scrap of feedback to lean on.
“Just following up on this…” is how he started his email. Well, how very kind of you, boss. Ever so grateful you bothered. Now I have to sit here and wait until it’s more convenient for him to fire me. Or write me up…or demand proof of my illness. I have no idea what’s going on. Why would you send an email on when you know how badly someone is worrying…just seems cruel. He’s in no hurry to make me feel better so I’ll just have to prepare for the worst and go from there.
Thus begins the quest for a new job. I’m working on my fucking resume this afternoon. Screw them.
(inside I’m bawling but I need to keep things in check until tomorrow morning, at least. Will be gobbling down a few ativan in preparation for that one.)
Just what I freaking needed. My head hurts. 😦