yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Things Not So Good At Work So every since I told my supervisor that I would be leaving she's been nit-picking at everything. (I'm talking about my immediate supervisor, Elizabeth, not the big boss, KB). It's been pretty subtle. Then, Friday in the communicatin log she asked for clarification on three points. I wrote the requested clarification in the log and forgot all about it. Then, I got into work Monday morning and there was a letter from her in my box. Informing me that I had been "defensive". She further said, "I know you are looking elsewhere for another desired position, but I still need you to be present here, until you leave." Excuse me! I know I don't have as much energy as I did two years ago, but I am giving the shelter as much I as I have to give. I've poured my heart and soul into this place. I'm not just going to give up. I found that sentence very degrading. She then informed me that if I had concerns about the letter and wanted to follow up with her about it, she would be available to talk to me on Thursday. Hmmmm, haven't I had Thursday's off for the past two years? Worse yet, her logic in the rest of the letter is completely faulty. I wasn't defensive before, but I certainly am now! How dare she tell me how I was feeling. Cardinal rule of social work. You don't tell someone how they feel. Futhermore, I spent four years in college learning how to write informatively, or emotively, or argumentatively, or any other way I want to. I might not be the grammer queen, but I darn sure know how to channel my emotions, personality and meaning into anything I'm writing. If I was feeling definsive, she would have known it, and every other staff member would have known it as well. As it stands, without explaining why, I asked a couple staff members if I sounded defensive in my entry. They all reported that it sounded as if I was explaining myself. I've never had an official reprimand in my working career. I got a 98 on my last review! I'm going to talk to her on Friday, and pull on all of my professionalism to clear this up (I'm also going to document my butt off!). If things don't get better after that, I'll go to KB, give my two weeks and let her know exactly why. I can always register with a temp agency--groan at the instability of it all. So much for trying to do the right thing by my employer. **************************************** On the other hand, I think I'm truly sick. I keep coming home and putting on my tiara. Delusions of grandeur? Probably, but it sure does make me feel pampered--even when I'm cleaning my room. 10:38 p.m. - February 18, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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