Therapy, or Take This Job and Shove It
So I've written before about my work dillema, and today I went into the office to get "caught up".
To review, my boss had agreed to let me work from home part time for one month, then full time from home for two months after that. I had arranged this before I went out on maternity leave, and had been counting on it.
Well, guess what?
Yes! They changed their minds. So now they want me to come back full time from the start, half the time from home and half the time there for about a month. Then they want me back in the office full time, working from home "every once in a while". They tell me this FOUR DAYS before they want me to do it. Nice. So even if I planned on putting Cary in daycare, which, um, not going to happen, there is no way I could do that with four days notice. So the boss says they will "work with me" for one or two weeks, and I can work from home for that time. Oh, and also? Part of the justification is that he had expected me back sooner. I told him that I had not planned on having a C-section, and gee, sorry that was inconvenient for you.
So, really, really, not happy.
Anyway, I'm not sure what the plan is yet, but I guess my escape route will have to be accelerated.
Tonight, while Erick was at band rehersal, I watched Office Space for the millionth time. I tell you, that movie is like therapy for me. I love the line that Jennifer Aniston says to her asshole boss at Tchotkes, "I hate this job! I hate this goddam job and I don't need it!"
Yep. That's about right.  ¶ 10:42 PM