Good people, I'm so depressed.
Two weeks ago I quit one job to start another. Left a large law firm for a really, really small one. On the second day, I was ready to quit, but I have a mortgage.
The senior partner is a MICRO manager. Two times a day I have to go into detail about what I'm doing. He yelled at me because of a file I was reviewing. I had gone through the documents to see what was relevant to what I was doing and had turned the applicable documents so that they were standing up. He went ballistic. "Why does that folder look like that?" "I'm checking to see what's relevant so I go back for a more thorugh analysis." "I don't care. I don't want them to look like that." "But I'll put them back when I finish." "No you won't. You'll put them back now."
They did a probe on my references. I should have done a probe on theirs. They've gone through 6 associates in the last two years.
Last week I was at one of the secretary's desks looking at her computer. She was using WordPerfect for DOS.
I wanted to order some documents online. It's done all the time. The junior partner said they weren't any good. Fine. You can't do anything using Adobe Writer because it takes up too much disk space. You search for hours for a files that are stored in Word. Using a database would be more efficient. The response: "What's a database?" Talk about a time warp.
I'm a woman of a certain age, but I embrace technology thoroughly and completely. Technology CAN be your friend.
I'm ready to quit. I can't collect unemployment. I'm vacillating, but I think I'm going to quit this week. I can't take it any more. I feel like such a whiner, though.
That's not all. The SO is going in for surgery week after next. He's talking about arranging his affairs because he's going to die. Not that he MAY die. He's GOING TO die. Considering he's going into surgery during what is still technically an autumn month, and the fact that my father, mother, maternal grandfather and maternal grandmother all died during an autumn month, I'm going crazy.
WWWWHHHHIIIINNNNNEEEEE.
I can talk to you all. You understand!!!
Two weeks ago I quit one job to start another. Left a large law firm for a really, really small one. On the second day, I was ready to quit, but I have a mortgage.
The senior partner is a MICRO manager. Two times a day I have to go into detail about what I'm doing. He yelled at me because of a file I was reviewing. I had gone through the documents to see what was relevant to what I was doing and had turned the applicable documents so that they were standing up. He went ballistic. "Why does that folder look like that?" "I'm checking to see what's relevant so I go back for a more thorugh analysis." "I don't care. I don't want them to look like that." "But I'll put them back when I finish." "No you won't. You'll put them back now."
They did a probe on my references. I should have done a probe on theirs. They've gone through 6 associates in the last two years.
Last week I was at one of the secretary's desks looking at her computer. She was using WordPerfect for DOS.
I wanted to order some documents online. It's done all the time. The junior partner said they weren't any good. Fine. You can't do anything using Adobe Writer because it takes up too much disk space. You search for hours for a files that are stored in Word. Using a database would be more efficient. The response: "What's a database?" Talk about a time warp.
I'm a woman of a certain age, but I embrace technology thoroughly and completely. Technology CAN be your friend.
I'm ready to quit. I can't collect unemployment. I'm vacillating, but I think I'm going to quit this week. I can't take it any more. I feel like such a whiner, though.
That's not all. The SO is going in for surgery week after next. He's talking about arranging his affairs because he's going to die. Not that he MAY die. He's GOING TO die. Considering he's going into surgery during what is still technically an autumn month, and the fact that my father, mother, maternal grandfather and maternal grandmother all died during an autumn month, I'm going crazy.
WWWWHHHHIIIINNNNNEEEEE.
I can talk to you all. You understand!!!

Can you go back to your former employer? I've been that route...worked for a hospital, moved out of state, called my former boss and asked if I could get my job back...YES! Moved back and took it!! Stayed another 7 years!
Sometimes it's even sweeter the 2nd time around. And right now, it might be good to go back in a different department...I'll have to work on that. Sorry about SO's attitude about surgery. It's hard when you've seen what's happened to others in the family. But it CAN be different. I for one would be freaking out right now. When my mom was exactly the age I am now, she had DOUBLE BYPASS surgery!! That thought has freaked me out in anticipation of this age. But I'm okay so far. Geeeeeeeeeeez!
Don't want to do that! I'll never get my degree going that route!