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Saturday, March 24, 2007

Dang job


This is very accurate depiction of my experiences at my current job. I've really been struggling emotionally about it's demise. I'm glad it's over, it was extremely stressful. But it's very disappointing to be ignored by certain people. I would like to leave with a certain amount of gratitude, perhaps an offer to go out for lunch. Instead, it seems like the people responsible for either the decision to delete my position and the person who probably influenced it the most are simply trying to pretend I'm not there, while meanwhile insisting that I put in my hours there to the very last penny. Sheesh, if you can't even bother to communicate with me, to treat me somewhat civilly, why not just pay out my contract? Why insist that I must come in only to be persona non grata?

I thought about writing to the person who has been the most cold and rude to me. She reminds me of the snobby girls from high school, not the kids who insult or are outright hostile, but the ones who find many ways to let certain other kids know that they are clearly beneath them. Why does she bother me so much? At some point I realized that I really don't need the affirmation of someone who is that immature and subtley hostile. I also realized that she probably has next to no ability to hear constructive criticism or see anything from another's viewpoint. And also, she probably thinks, from her distorted world view, that she did well. She probably can justify all her actions and inactions inwardly. It makes sense to her. She has to grow before she could actually see other variables to situations. I prayed, asking God to help me to stop being so bothered, and it was interesting to see it kind of drop off of me, like a scab that drops off a place now healed. While certain thoughts went along with it going, it didn't feel like some intellectual assent. It felt like God granted exactly what I requested.

1 Comments:

Blogger Erica said...

Your description of this person fits Barbara Coloroso's description of a bully.
Interesting.

Also, isn't it nice how God grants what we ask for?
:)

12:54 PM  

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