Over the last few weeks, my present job got worse. Much worse. Remember my moment of speaking up? Well, it turned out to be an greater bad idea.
Right after all of this happened, and I let the flames die down of the awful written attacks I got from my coworker, it didn’t really ever ease up. Over the past few weeks, I have suddenly been required to send an “end of day” report that lists out the details of the work I’ve done all day. Each day. Every day. To the coworker I didn’t like (and I checked with my manager, she approved it).
You know what this means?
Each morning I stress over whether or not I will receive a lecture from her about a mistake of mine she found. And she has done just that nearly everyday.
I can’t work in an environment where not only do I not like the work, but I also do not like who I’m working around and I’m not receiving respect. Plus, I have to list out what I do each day, which I have never had to do in any previous position!
So, yes, I’m unhappy at this job.
But between you, me and the blogosphere…there is hope around the corner…but I’ll save that post for another day.