Tuesday, November 22, 2011 around 1 o' clock PM. Location.. Santa Monica, California.
This weekend would've marked two months of me being at this job. I had been waking up at 6am and getting home around 8pm. I had a commute of four hours to and back from work, daily, in the horrifying Los Angeles traffic, including several times of almost getting into a car accident because I was lacking sleep though I had been good about getting into my bed before midnight. I worked a total of 100+ hours a week, 7 days a week. Sometimes I would go through the day not eating because it was too busy in the office.. I wasn't afraid to ask my (ex) boss but because I felt it wasn't worth asking because before anyone could ask, she would suggest either grabbing something to eat on the way to another destination or just simply not asking everyone if we were hungry.
I took on this job because it was a referral from someone I had been working with for years. Someone I considered more than someone I worked for but someone who had become a friend. But, they didn't know my boss from hell very well so they had no idea what they were getting me into. Forgiven, I don't think either of us knew or saw this happening.
My first week at the job consisted of me just basically sitting back and observing what she did. I was training to become.. her. I had taught myself many things through out my lifetime so I didn't take this job as a challenge. I had done event planning for almost three years now so this wasn't going to be hard. Sure, it was more based on decor but it doesn't take a genius to do so. Just a creative mind and someone who's willing to help a client in need.
My (ex) boss wanted days off because her last assistant planner had left and she was now left coming into the office every day. I was never "taught" to do anything specifically and I basically taught myself to do everything I did up till today, the day I walked out.
I'm an extremely easy going and personable person. I can almost build up a conversation with anyone, anywhere at anytime. I rarely find it tough to get to know someone unless they prefer to be reserved. My (ex) boss was not reserved though, she was just plain bitter and not someone I would consider to be easily approached. (Which explains why she's still single with no kids. This may seem like a bit of a mean thing to mention but it's true. Her only friend would be her psychic who she goes to with job applications asking which ones would be a good fit to choose to hire. Can you say psycho?) I wouldn't even bother making small talk because she never cared to ask how I was doing or how my weekend went so I never bothered to either.
Day after day I took all the sh*t she would give me. From my minor mistakes to forcing me to yell at our vendors. Not only that, but she wasn't fond of helping our "older" clients or clients with "little money". I'm not surprised we're such poorly rated on yelp.com because all the reviews are written towards describing her.
Today was the day I had been waiting for to arrive. I was finally able to release all of my emotions and feelings that had been bottling up for the past 8 weeks that I had been there. How dare she claim to have me still on "trail' which she calls "training" but we all call "an excuse to keep someone hanging until someone else better came along". I was not going to have her treat me like another one of her "trainees". I witnessed and saw how she treated people and the signs she would give as she came to a decision of someone not being kept at the office.
Today was just suppose to be another regular day.. another day added onto the almost two months.. but not till 1pm stroke. "Anna, I'm going to have you go home. I'm also giving you Wednesday and Thursday off. But I need you Friday." --- whattttttttttttttt b****??? I am not going to let you hang me on a string and pull whenever you'd like. I worked my a** off for you and for your business and developed some friendships with clients that were promised to return to you. You are not going to innocently let me go without telling me and have me come in when the rest of the office is on Thanksgiving leave. Even if you didn't think about getting rid of me I refuse to let you treat me this way.
I'm so glad I chose to go back in and set her straight. I'm proud that I stood up for myself for the first time in my working life. I've let so many people use me and take advantage of me and if I am to take one thing that I learned from this experience and job it would be that I have realized my self worth. The number that marks my existence may be little but my work experience, heart, and honesty is much bigger than a number. She deserved every single word that I said to her right in her face and though I am not the first to have done so, I am just glad I got to get everything off of my chest and tonight, I can sleep peacefully knowing that tomorrow I will not have to see such a horrible person in the morning.
Today marks the first job that I've quit. Today also marks the day I grew an inch taller, that inch being invisible but in the inside I have grown taller and stronger as a person and will not be treated poorly by anyone of any class because I am worth much more than those with money and no heart.