Mind in transition

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I'm confused, but still faithful; opinionated, but still thoughtful; steady, but still growing.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

As suspected, I was not paid for a sick day. I called my former supervisor and asked her if I would get paid for it if I got a doctor's note or if she would find another excuse to not pay me. She said I would get paid, asked if there were any other issues. I said yes, I had a huge problem with how the organization has been treating me. Like usual, she brushed it off, said I could talk to the ED if I have concerns.

I also found out that a family member is acting in a way that is disadvantageous to my mother and us financially, a move that is legal, but in my opinion, not ethical.

I'm laying awake a lot at night these days. Feeling very tired of being run over by people who don't seem to give a damn about me after I've given them my best. Sometimes I wish I was a lot less of a nice girl, someone who just says what she thinks and doesn't worry how people feel about it. Wondered if I should write a letter to my former workplace, let them know how screwed up they are. Yet I am quite sure they would not listen. Is it worth it just to let my voice out? Or is it better to just find a way to peace and let them be?

I guess all in all I'm wondering if I should be more forthright. It seems like I spend a lot of time bottling my thoughts, feeling and ideas, waiting for the right time to let them out - the right time being when I have a snese that I will be heard. But that sense rarely comes. And thus I am frustrated. I am tired of feeling that my voice is considered worthless.

2 Comments:

Blogger Bev said...

Try Psalm 3 on for size. Just 8 small verses but you can SCREAM IT to the mountain tops in your waking hours at night or day. May you have lots of wisdom to know what to do. Blessings on you!!

12:12 PM  
Blogger Jude said...

I read Psalm 3. I felt a certain symetry in emotion, although I'm sure the psalmist was experiencing something much worse than my situation. The thing I'm forced to remember, however, is just as God is looking at me and loving me, he is doing the same with the people who treated me poorly. I know it's not his will to harm them, and ultimately, it is better if they are loved into repentence, anyhow. Or given wisdom. Or something so they can stop being such b*****s. :)

9:31 PM  

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