Almost ten years ago, I worked a really horrible job. 10 hours a day, wher eI didn't see anyone for about six. Which you'd think was nice. And to be fair, it was. I watched movies, played video games. It's even where I met Emily via IM.
But the four hours before and after were a nightmare. An over bearing manager, the QA review I called the "Daily Spanking," the 32,000 Zeroes Problem (we need you to add a zero to the front of these 32,000 FedEx tracking number tickets) and the request to do 70 hour work weeks for the forseeable future (while only being paid 40).
I'd just come off of being fired from two jobs for being transgendered, and felt that if I got any job, I had to hold on for dear life to it, or spend another couple of years unemployed.
Quickly into the job, I began to get anxious and nervous before going in. And quickly afterwards before the managers began filtering in. I stuck with it, thinking I couldn't do any better. As the time went on, I began to get nauseous.
And I kept to it. And the job got worse, and worse and worse. Eventually I was going off ready, running to the restrooms, and vomiting. Then came the day I'd had enough: I was already wroking 60 hour weeks (but being paid for 40, with the rest "backlogged" until we got someone to cover for our rapidly diminishing team. They asked me to do 70. And I quite literally broke out in hives. You could feel them erupting up my arms.
I quit a few days later.
I'm vey careful about avoiding these things. I began feeling uneasy about the Small Orange job, and it turned out to be true - I couldn't do the work. The new job, though, I felt very uneasy about as well, and the headaches returned. It took time, but I realized that this was not the job I'd been looking for. Once I came to that realization and that I wouldn't keep the job for any longer than the original 90 days, they went away.
But today it all came back with a vengeance. The anxiety, the vomiting, the headaches. I didn't get the hives. But what really tipped me into going home were the insults. I get a lot of insults on the phone. Our users do not like change, and EVERYTHING is changing. So mostly I get little quips of "I like our old way better" or "This new serivce desk really sucks." Stuff like that, I can take.
But today, after informing the user they'd need to EMail a department that's specifically NOT in our service area, I got "So, this is how the service desk is gonna be run. It's nice to know that you'll all be gone when this lamebrained idea gets thrown out for the crap that it is." And they hung up.
I can take an insult. I usually do. But the sheer amount of crap I get, plus the fact that, yes, I can't do a lot of the work, and that this isn't the job we were told it would be, and that I don't like it, spiraled me into a heacahe, nausea and vomiting.
This is a Bad Job.
I need to fnd another pretty quick. Especially as I've been approved for the apartment.
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