Wednesday, February 9, 2011

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Wednesday, February 9, 2011 Long post. Here we go. So over the weekend I was at Ru's. Which happens to be about 3-4 hours away from where I live and work (depending on how fast you drive and how much traffic there is). I had been planning to leave at 3 pm on Sunday afternoon, because one of my best friends, Cait, wanted me to come to her house in the evening for a Super Bowl party. Well Sunday morning I woke up very, extremely sick. I decided to leave right away to see if I could make it home before things got too bad. I barely made to the next town over before I realized that there was no way I could make the entire trip home by myself. So I drove back to Ru's, planning to stay there until I got better. When Cait found out I couldn't come that night, she got angry. I don't even think she believed that I was sick. I called and left her voicemail apologizing, but I never heard anything from her. Usually we get to hang out one weekend a month. It used to be a lot more, until I started visiting Ru a lot. And I'm sure she resents that. But I always try and make sure that I don't ignore her when she talks to me and that I give her my time whenever I am home. Next, my boss finds out that I am sick and can't make it in on Monday. Her response? No matter how sick I am, I am required to come in anyways for a few minutes to discuss something with her that is very important. I am losing my mind at this point. So on a last minute decision, I make the trip home while deathly ill. I threw up at a Welcome Center on the state border, but I did make it. I went through Hell and back because of my job, and my boss. But at this point, I was so unhappy and worn down and discouraged that I decided I didn't want my job anymore. For two years I worked my ass off at that place while being severely underpaid and with little to no compensation. And this is how I was repaid. Up until that point, I was willing to hang on to my job, no matter how unhappy I was, until I left home and moved in with Ru. But after being forced to travel 200+ miles with a crippling fever and upset stomach, I wasn't having anymore. So around lunch time on Monday, I made it into work, still very sick, to find out what was so important that I had to risk my health for. Turns out, my boss wanted to 'let me go' because she knew I wasn't happy there anymore. She also tried to throw in some BS about me not getting work done because of that--but I counteracted that with a point that I had gotten done three websites in one week, a personal record for me. That shut her up. I told her I wasn't happy there, that I hadn't been for a while, because of how badly in disarray things were at the company. She asked me what she should do. I told her that it was her decision, not mine, because my mind had already been made up for a while. At that point, I both quit and got 'fired' at the same time. So now I am without a job. Never fear though, I still have a bunch of freelance jobs coming in that I'll be making money off of. And tomorrow night, I have an interview to possibly babysit for a family for five days a week. But, I got Ru sick. And he missed a bunch of class time. I feel horrible and personally responsible for that. :( And to top things off, the most I have heard from Cait since she shut me out on Super Bowl day was a message on Facebook asking me what happened to my job, as I changed it to say 'Freelance Web Developer' instead of working at my company. All I can say in my defense is that I give my all and everything I have to the people I care about and the job I love. I can be selfish, yes, but I almost never intentionally put myself first. This is just further proof that sometimes no matter how hard you try, things will still go to shit. And that in the end, you will find out who your true friends are, and who will always be by your side.

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