« on: October 03, 2016, 11:40:01 pm »
Petty work shit is now affecting me, and perhaps I've just been exposed to too many TGRR Mind Lazors in my lifetime, but I have come to two conclusions in the past 24 hours:
1) They're all motherfuckers.
2) They're out to get me.
I was very ill from January until about this past August. During most of that time, my work performance got more shoddy than usual. I tried my level best to ensure that people knew exactly how much work they could get out of me, once I knew what the issue was. I believe that the time I spent being less useful annoyed enough people that the gears have now turned against me.
So now they have hired a fresh young recruit, probably two years younger than me, to replace me without actually replacing me. I was hired with the intention of being mostly a tech geek (GIS, specifically) with the option to do field grunt work when the schedule demanded it. This new guy is full-time GIS, and I have been "shifted" to do more field work. I can also tell that he knows he's here to replace me, and that he feels badly about it. He's not old, bitter, or treacherous enough yet to stick his thumb in my eye.
A majority of our clients are in the boroughs of NYC, and I live on the far eastern end of Long Island. For those unaware, Long Island is named such because it is very fucking long. Normally I would spend my time in the office on Long Island, which has not been a problem. A one-way trip into NYC for me is approximately 2 hours if I leave my house at about 4 AM. But I'm a good sport and willing to put in a little overtime. I get paid for drive time and reimbursed for mileage, after all, so it's not so bad as long as I can find time in the day to, yanno, sleep.
But now I've done all last week and been scheduled for all of this week to drive into Brooklyn for brain-draining oversight jobs. Instead of hiring a body from the city to do city jobs and keep me in my initial capacity, they've put me in a position where I am spending four hours a day on the road, minimum.
Considering the cost of paying me extra hours and mileage, I offered that they could buy me a cheap motel room close to the site. The response I got was a lot more, shall we say, crisp than I had anticipated. There was a lot more in that reply than just the reply. I have been scolded for my unsatisfactory performance.
It's time to put the spit-polish on that resume. Damn shame, really.