Monday, August 27, 2007

Down for the Count

Rotten. Rotten rotten rotten. That's the first word that comes to my mind when people ask how I'm doing. Besides still suffering from the sting of rejection, I also have been trudging along with a sinus infection, conjunctivitis, chronic allergies, and of course the vertigo. We are short-handed here in the office so I have been forcing myself to work every day. Friday I was over an hour late because I could barely lift my head to look at the time. To add insult to injury, I am currently without a doctor - their office closed last week and I don't get in with my new doctor until October. The provider schedule here is jam packed so I can't even be squeezed in here. Poor Aunt Weezie has to suffer the most because I have not been able to work for her for several days. I'm already having horse withdrawals!

Well now I'm being called to the front. I can't wait to train the new Coordinator how to do my job - should be quite interesting.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Screwed by the Boss Blues

Life's been busy. Working 3 jobs tends to do that to people I guess. For the most part I really don't mind it. On days like today, I'd rather just stay in bed.

I recently applied for a promotion at the office. With 4 years experience under my belt I honestly felt I was a shoe-in for the position. I have seen 17 people come and go, I've watched the office grow from 1 provider to 6 and I have acquired many skills along the way such as fairness, compassion and leadership. After yesterday, all of those skills have come to a screeching halt.

Instead of getting the position that I hoped for - the position I prayed about every night - was offered to someone that has never even worked in this office. My boss felt this person would be more qualified for the position. This girl is the new "go-to" person when there are questions and issues. Now I wonder - who is she gonna go to when she doesn't know the answer to the questions. You'd better believe it's not going to be me. Me? I'm just a coder. I'm here to code. The person that would bend over backwards to help you out, the person that came in early and stayed late, the person that fell behind on her work to help you catch up, the person that came in on her day off, no longer exists. She was thrown under the bus by her own boss and has died. Welcome to the new me - better grab some tissues and anxiety meds because this ain't gonna be pretty.

Did I mention the new girl is friends with my boss? Um yeah.