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Edited on Sun Aug-21-05 04:16 PM by tanyev
There were several factors that combined to convince me that I was supposed to be there.
The job was in a field I hadn't really trained for (records management), yet I discovered I had a real aptitude for it. The hours allowed me to take on a part-time job in my real field, church music. I loved the job I found doing that at a church very close to where I lived. The two jobs formed kind of a symbiotic link, each allowing me to do the other, and in return making a comfortable living. (Comfortable in comparison to what I earned my first few years on my own.)
Evil boss wasn't completely insane. He had some good ideas; he knew his way around a computer--everything I know about computers comes from what I picked up on that job and I knew that was valuable knowledge. He had a terrible habit of promising the moon to every department we handled. We didn't have the resources to fulfill all his promises, but he never wanted to hear that. He loved to call us all in for "meetings" that turned in to at least an hour of him enjoying hearing himself talk. We all learned to walk quickly past his office door with a sense of purpose on our faces or we would get sucked in for our own agonizing, time-wasting, confab. That improved greatly when he moved his office across the hall.
It took me a while to realize that he had a lot of antagonism directed toward me personally. There was so much work to do that I was focused on that. One of the women I became close to finally told me that when she started, evil boss had asked her to keep an eye on me and report back to him. Ha! She had nothing to report! This woman was older, not very comfortable with computers, and it took a lot of patient guidance from me to get her up to speed. She finally saw through him, too.
The last couple years he was there I did keep an eye out for other jobs, but there was nothing in that company I could transfer to which would pay as well. I submitted my name to my church denomination for a full time music position, even had a couple interviews much closer to where my family lived, but did not get offered either job.
So I resigned myself to staying. I don't have a confrontational nature. I am classic passive-agressive; maybe that helped me cope. I think one of the things that finally propelled him out the door was that he created an assistant manager position and ended up hiring a real firebrand. The position itself was a bit of a slap in my face. My official job title was not assistant manager, but that was how he had treated me when he first hired me. When he created the position, there was nary a word from him inviting me to apply. And I knew better than to apply.
So he ended up with a confrontational woman in the position and in her first few weeks kept sending her to me with questions about what I did and why was I doing it. I always had a good answer for her. Pretty soon she and I made a good working team and she had no problem going over to his office and telling him off.
This may be a lot more than you wanted to know, but the point is: sometimes karma takes awhile to come around, but it's really sweet when it does.
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