My last project at work was the kind that Steve and I fight about who has to take it. I lost. So there I was last week with about 20 minutes to go before UPS closed for the night, and my boss hovering over me saying "Julia, are you sure that's what they meant? I had an entirely different interpretation. I think we've done this all wrong." While I was standing there explaining to her why she was needlessly panicking I kept thinking "Why do I put myself through this?" Fortunately I've managed to convince my boss that I'm not entirely void of intelligence, and that I sort of know what's going on, so we did manage to get the stuff boxed off and overnighted to Florida. In fact, I made it to UPS with 5 minutes to spare. I guess the UPS guy who came up and took the box from me when I walked in didn't expect it to weigh 55lbs, because he actually sort of staggered backwards when I handed it to him. I was a little afraid there for a second that he was going to fall.
So with that behind me I showed up at work this morning looking forward to working on something much smaller, and simpler. I went to check in with my boss to see what had come in over the weekend. She held up the instructions for a project, and I kid you not, they are at least 4 inches thick, and said "I've decided to give this one to you Julia. It will be a good challenge, don't worry, it's not due until March." At my job, telling me I have a month to work on something is NOT good news. It just means that whatever I'm working on is going to be nightmarish. So again this week I find myself thinking "why do I do this to myself?" I think it's clear to me what needs to happen. It's time to abandon ship and find a new job. I'll hit my 1 year mark here on February 22nd, at which point I'm eligible for severance, so I can always pray that I lose my job in the recently completed buyout, right about the time I get something new lined up. That would be ideal.
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