Friday, May 6, 2011

Are you fricking kidding me?

OK, people... bitch alert. If you don't want to hear this rant, just move on now. 'Cause it's about to get ugly...

I have a job. Sometimes I like my job. Sometimes I hate my job. But my job is only supposed to take up 40 hours of my week. Period. Overtime wasn't allowed and was majorly discouraged, which was fine by me.

Now that they have let Dizzy go and I'm trying to do it all myself, I end up working weeks like this one. I'm up to 50-something hours and will have to come in this weekend to clear all of the crap out of my inbox before Monday.


I did not sign up for this...

My weekends are supposed to be mine. I don't want to share and I'm just fed up and pissed off. And even though all of the hours will be time-and-a-half it still isn't enough.

I think I have reached my limit. I'm dusting off my resumé and am going to start seriously looking for something that actually pays me what I'm worth.

Wish me luck...

1 comment:

  1. I feel ya. I HATE when they make you do shit that wasn't in the contract :(