Viv asked "Why?"

Viv wants to know why I haven't been blogging of late.   I guess she has an inquiring mind.  ;-)

2009 ended on a pretty sour note for me. 

A few weeks ago, I left my office to pick Erin up & bring her back so I could finish my day.  David had a dr appointment & wasn't going to be able to pick her up.  Since I had to work late, I told my boss that I'd need to bring Erin back to the office but that it would be easy.  I've done this before, & it's worked out well.

Before I left the office, Millie told me that she would need to speak with me when I got back.  Well, I'm not the kind of person who takes that comment easily.  Don't ever tell me that "we need to talk later."  I get all twisted up in knots.  By the time I got back to the office, I was sweating buckets & knew I was being let go.  I went to Millie & told her that I was ready but she wanted to wait until the end of the day.  I reminded her that this isn't something I could handle.  So.  We talked.

She was letting me know that after 3 years of being considered a valuable member of the team at the Coral Springs South office, my position was being eliminated at that office.  There was no longer a need for someone to service client problems & the office was going to be driven purely by sales.  (Ha!) I was being "asked" to take a transfer to our Coconut Creek office where my level of work would be highly appreciated.  (Do you just wanna hurl, or what!?)

My first reaction was to let Millie know that I would be out of the office by the end of the week & the company could go get screwed.  (Sorry but's it a lot nicer phrased this way as opposed to what I wanted to write.)  My common sense did come around quickly though.  I reminded Millie that she wasn't asking me to take a transfer (no matter how sweetly she was trying) but rather that I was being told if I didn't take the transfer I would be out of a job.  Isn't that nice?  Days before Christmas.

So I waited a day or so to let her know.  In the meantime, we had a pep rally (GAG ME!) at the end of the week.  My district manager came over to talk with me & let me know how excited she was for me taking this transfer.  If any of you really know me, then  you realize that I told her to cut the crap.  I told her that taking me out of my office was the wrong thing to do - both for the clients & the office, not to mention myself.  Being the prima donna that I am, I told her there was absolutely no way in hell that I could ever make it to the office earlier than 8:30.  I refuse to pay more money to Erin's school for an early morning program.  They want a lot more money which I was now going to lose since I'd be paying it out in gas money.  I also told her that since my daughter is my priority I wasn't going to spend less time with her because the company wants to make a mistake & place me in an office that I had turned down 6 times previously.

Lots of tears.  Lots of anger.  No more loyalty to the company that has employed me for 14 years.  I will always do my best for a client, but the company?  You know what they can do.

If I didn't really need the salary to cover things like David's medicine, property taxes & things for Erin, I would have quit on the spot.  We could make it on just David's salary - with a lot of adjustments, but he can't see that.

 Needless to say, I've been pretty depressed about this whole thing. 

Tomorrow, January 4th I start at my new office.  I have to build up my client base.  Again.  There is no privacy in this office because they never rennovated it to have true offices or even cubicles.  I'm trying to be positive.  After all, I still have a job & so many people don't.  This all sounds so petty but I'm tired of being moved around.

And, Viv, this is why I haven't blogged more.  Right now I'm having a hard time seeing the good in anything.