Tuesday, September 12, 2006

The Day I Never Dreamed Would Happen...

This will be brief. I got a verbal warning at work today. I was advised that this is the first step in the disciplinary process and that further action can and will be taken if my current behaviors continue. Further action, I was told, up to and including termination. This information was delivered to me with a smile. One week before I am scheduled to have surgery and be out for 6 weeks. Right after I was told that my job is being given to someone else. Right after I was told that it's uncertain at this time what I will be doing upon my return from medical leave.

This is after I have reported to HR, the director of the project, my mentor and MY MOTHER that I should not be working with this boss. I have worked for this company for over six years with GLOWING reviews. EXCELLENT in some cases. And, I might add, a damn fine resume that is chock full of solid, meaningful PROOF of my abilities. I am not the failing type. Ever.

Let me add that there are SEVERAL of us who are FAILING under said boss. Said boss has been in place for nine months. I know for a fact that at least two of us have not failed in the past.

What type of a leader is said boss that failure is the rule rather than the exception? I am suggesting that said boss knows and lives failure, so that is what said boss sees in everyone else. Kind of like when you buy a new car, say a PT Cruiser, and you begin to notice PT Cruisers EVERYWHERE. It's because you have PT Cruiser on the brain. Get me?

I am a very loving, caring and forgiving woman. I create opportunities for love everywhere I go. I love and care about said boss and see her gifts. But her failures speak so loudly, that it's hard to see past them. Or not. Okay. I choose to see past them. Now I get to forgive said boss. I get to. I get to because I am still employed, making money, living indoors, paying my bills, being loved by my children, enjoying my friends... I get to because I choose to.

After all, what's the worst that could happen? It's not like she can steal my birthday.