Yes, you read that right. The woman who dirtied up Mary’s blog on Monday by commenting that when a SAHM says, “I chose to stay at home because I didn’t want someone else to raise my child,” it is just as offensive as if a WOHM were to say, “I chose to continue working because I didn’t want to waste my education and experience,” has officially QUIT HER JOB.
Oh shit. What do I do NOW?
Employment has been a struggle since I left my fabulous position in the music industry back in New York to move out to Colorado at the expense of a company that had yet ANOTHER round of layoffs last week (Kyle was part of the first round last September – it went by hire date, and he’d only been with the company four months). We both pulled excruciating gigs as collectors at that same company before we were hired on in our current respective positions.
Kyle is happy and productive in his new job. Me, not so much.
As I posted when I started, I knew it wasn’t my dream job. But the intangibles seemed to be there – smart people, consistent work, camaraderie – and I hoped I would love all of those good points enough to endure the commute.
The commute still stinks. The pay is unimpressive. The work is not challenging, but the disorganization certainly is.
I’ve often said that the job description of a project manager is “professional butt-wiper”. Therefore, I don’t expect much, really. But some actual project documentation that covers what’s been done up to the point that the project was transitioned to me? That would be really helpful. Otherwise, we’ve got a case of the blind leading the blind, possibly right over a cliff.
Another pet peeve? When I send meeting notes, read them. If they contain an action item for you, do it. If your supervisor reads the notes and delegates an action item to you, don’t come back to me and ask, “What am I supposed to do?” I don’t spoon-feed either one of my children anymore; I’m sure as hell not going to spoon-feed you.
These issues are not unique to my current position. Taken alone, they would not be enough to discourage me. But too many other factors have conspired to convince me that this job is not worth the trouble.
And that term itself – “job” – is a problem. I don’t feel as if I am contributing much, and I don’t like merely collecting a paycheck. I work, but I don’t feel as I have accomplished anything. Nor do I aspire to “move up” in the organization – whatever that means. As in most organizations, I would either have to wait for someone to die or for another regime change to take place. Neither of those options sounds particularly appealing. It’s a job, not a career.
So it’s time to find something new, while providing more flexibility for Kyle to take calls and meet with clients while I handle more of the domestic needs. We’ve traded duties and priorities on and off over the years, and the pendulum has swung back again.