My career implosion continues. I was up all night with the baby and angst about my job. Mentally, I was a little loose today.
Next week, I have to be out of the office. First, because I have to have a colonoscopy. Second, because I am doing some pro bono work for a Bar Association.
My mother died from colon cancer so postponing is not an option. Postponing the pro bono work isn’t an option either because I have to feel like my law degree is useful to somebody. I have to do this.
All I wanted to do was to make up the hours that I was going to be out of the office. I even told the powers that be that I would just stay late and work there. But this cascaded when they found out that I work from home on Wednesdays. Since the woman I was talking to represents HR for our division, I had assumed that she already knew.
I got word this morning, no working from home. No working past 5.
I think I was just so tired and frustrated I went into this woman’s office, and I exploded. I told her everything. I told her about how I was promised a job if I came on as a contract worker, how Farrah was abusive, how I worked at home because they pay me so little I can’t afford day care. And in the midst of it all, I stumbled upon a decent legal argument: I am a contract worker so I should have more control over my schedule. If they want to control my hours and where I work, then I am an employee and they need to pay me what they pay the others.
Suddenly, it wasn’t, “Feel sorry for me,” it was, “I’ve got a real argument here.”
The girl looked at me (and she is a girl) and said she would get back to me.
So then I went into Interim Director’s office, and I appealed to him. As weird as he is, I have always liked him. He listened to all my complaints. He made strange comments about wanting to die making love and not at the DMV. But honestly, I felt heard by him. He has been replaced by the new Director so he has no power, but whatever, we connected.
I then left to go to my AA meeting. When I came back, word had spread. People were asking my friends (who I hadn’t said anything to) about what had happened.
So here is how it shaped up:
- Farrah is no longer my supervisor!
- I have at least delayed the decision about working at home
- Everybody wanted to hear the scuttlebutt. All the people who have been ignoring me stopped by to catch the gossip.
- My mental health issues are beginning to show.
A bit of a wash really.