Super Aggravated....

Sep 18, 2011

(Warning, strong language ahead)

This has got to be one of the worst weeks of my life in a very, very long time.

Firstly...that great new job I have....yeah, its gone. I worked for seven months at learning how to effectively write grant proposals for fire departments. I was able to work at home and I eventually was getting paid. Then, without warning, the day before the grant closed....I was told I was unreliable and a liar...and asked to leave. These two women who were my employers will now be known as Bitch A and Bitch B.

This was supposed to be a career, not just another job. (I also moved 2 hours from home to pursue this opportunity)Lesson to be learned here: get shit in writing AND work for professionals, not two bitches who make up their own rules as they go. I was told (verbal contract) that I would be paid certain amounts for the writing process and certain amounts should the grants be awarded. However, if I left, I would forfeit the award monies. Funny how I get asked to leave right before the end, literally 30 hrs before. I was in shock.

I was reliable enough to write over 60 proposals...1/3 of the total mind you...but not reliable enough to stay on board. WTF??? I am not completely innocent, I know that. I took advantage of the fact that I could set my own hours and come and go as I pleased. I was able to take the day off here and there to go to doctor appts. and fit in other projects. But a liar???? FUCK YOU.

And then, they went on to lecture me for almost 20 minutes about how important they are and how unreliable I am. Did I mention that when we worked all in one place, I had to deal with Bitch B's 2 year old brat running around the office, fucking with my computer (the one I brought from home!) and generally being a pain in the ass??? Bitch A thought it was cute because they are all related. I put up with it because we were in a private home office setting and what else could I do?

So you can probably guess that they are going to try and screw me out of a considerable amount of money (depends on how many are funded and the pre-determined amounts, but could number in the thousands when all said and done). However, let me reiterate that it was said "if I left" I wouldn't get any money if anything I worked on was approved. It was never said "if I was told to leave".

Bitch A then said politely, if I were to get my shit together I could come back for next year. Excuse me??? Why, so you can fuck me over again? Do I look that stupid? Bitches A and B can go fuck themselves.

I will be able to find out what was funded as I kept detailed records for myself. Its a waiting game though, as I have to wait months to find this all out. I will be able to total it all up and I will send Bitch A a nice invoice for it all. She probably won't pay up, but I am going to try.

I have moved from the numb/upset stage to aggravation. I don't want retaliation or to "get even'....I just want to heal and find a great real job. Karma's a bitch and what comes around will truly go around. Someone stronger than me will call bullshit on them eventually. In the meantime, I need a job that will lead to a career and health insurance. And this leads to the other reason....

I now weigh 295 lbs. I have gained back damn near every pound I lost. I feel like a big fat failure and just want to stick my head in the oven. Good thing my oven is electric, huh?

I am getting ready to pack and move home this week. Thankfully, I had a short term lease and brought very few items. I can take most everything back in my car. I think I finally understand what adding insult to injury truly means.

I keep telling myself that this too, shall pass and that when a door closes, a window opens. Its just kinda hard to see the positives right now. I guess this is just one of those things that requires time to pass so I can feel better.


If anyone reads this, sorry for the swearing and thanks for listening.

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