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January 22, 2007
Shaking the Dust off My Feet
I’m putting in my 2 weeks notice this week. I can’t wait to quit my job. Over the last few months, I’ve turned into the fussy stick-in-the-mud co-worker to the new girls, while the other old girl teaches short cuts, talks shit about the bosses before they’ve had a chance to form their own opinions, and generally makes them think she’s the most awesome ever. She never points out their mistakes. She never even sees the mistakes. She trains them poorly and then I have to be the one who keeps harping on them about the same things. I took vacation for a week and came back to utter mayhem. It took me a week to figure out all the balancing and processing errors. Including hers. She didn’t care. You know, I don’t care if the firm doesn’t make its budget, and I don’t care if clients aren’t paying on time. It won’t effect me in the slightest. But I do care greatly about being precise, efficient, organized and diligent.
In a small way, it was satisfying to see them fall apart while I was gone. However, when I first started this job back in June of 2002, I really had fun. There were three of us, and we had a pretty good time together. Everything was very orderly and systematic. It just fell apart when our firm merged with a big DC firm. Everything changed. I wish I was leaving behind the well-oiled machine days of yore. But even that feeling is fading as my attempts at order are consistently thwarted by my long time co-worker’s indifference. It makes me the bad guy. It looks like I’m making the new people do things that don’t really matter, when in fact they do.
I’m so sick of her. I’m so tired of this job and this office. I don’t like that last Friday I found a paperwork mistake and didn’t bother to say anything to the new girl. It didn’t really effect anything, it was just a matter of precision. Nobody else seemed to care anymore, so why the hell should I? I’m on my way out. I don’t like thinking that, but I feel like I do more and more. My bosses love me and have tried repeatedly to get me to stay. My co-workers…I don’t know. I think they like me okay, but she has certainly started to resent me, and despite my attempts at camaraderie, I feel as though I do too much bossing to be really liked by the new girls.
I’m far from the most exemplary employee. For instance, I’m typing this on firm time. I MySpace, and I online shop, and I put things off (if they’re not urgent) that I don’t like doing – like filing. But you know…I think I did well here, and when my crummy co-worker takes on everything I do, I hope she and new girls do fine. But I can’t help…a little bit…thinking it wouldn’t be so horrible if she collapsed under the load and her crappy training bit her in the ass.
| By heidi | 12:19 PM
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