fuck this job.com

So, I mentioned in an earlier posting that I've been feeling paranoid lately.

Annnnnd...I mentioned in my very last post that I was summoned to a meeting with both of my supervisors.

I have now learned that my instincts are frighteningly sound.

I was informed today that my duties are being reduced and they are moving me from my peaceful, cozy office to a cube wherein my nearest neighbor is the department asshole. All because the executive office is out to get us and, well, I'm taking the fall. I was supporting the (I'll call her) branch supervisor and her staff - people I love dearly, the only nice people in the dept, if you ask me. Now I'm to focus on a different part of my job and support people who don't need support, shoved in an office with 3 other people: the retarded HR woman, a very nice, boring finance woman, and the dreaded finance bitch who pretty much no one can get along with - every last person finds her difficult, AT BEST.

I'm mad, humiliated, annoyed and well, mostly sad. They have now taken away the two ONLY things that made my job tolerable - my office and my autonomy.

Now what? What the fuck what?

And I'm mad for so many reasons. I'm mad on a purely philosphical level because these supervisors and managers move their employees around as if they were mere office furniture. They don't ask or discuss with the person who will be most affected.

And their reasoning - their justification for all this - is that I've made some mistakes. Mistakes, meaning doing my job the way I've been doing it all along, yet somehow now is wrong because there are some new people with new expectations which were not communicated to me or my managers. And these mistakes, the ramifications, are, LITERALLY NOTHING. FUCKING NIL. No one was hurt by them, there were no consequences, no money loss or damages - just procedural mistakes that we cleared up efficiently.

And all of this is to apease one upper executive piece of shit. One person who's just a roaring asshole. Why don't they just have suck his dick or something?

My husband commented on the way home, as I bitterly wept, "it's not like they fired you." It's true, I still have a job, yet I feel as if they have.

So, you need not worry about me growing happy, content and satisfied, thus disappearing from your compassionate company. Fuck this job, I'm here to stay.