I wanna bang on me drum all day...
Tomorrow I go back to work after an absence of 11 blessed days and a physical absence from the actual office of about, oh, three weeks?
(Really, they should just set me up as a permanent work at home, with access to hotel cube for going in maybe once or twice a week. Much more conomical for them, and nowadays having an office with a door just doesn't carry the cache it used, at least definitely not at our location, which is no longer a campus site, due to downsizing.)
I don't want to go back to work. I think I was just starting to truly unwind from the fifty ton stress weight that was the last 4 months--the worst 4 months I think I've ever had at this company, with the possible exception of...huh, the same exact 4 months, ten years ago. Go figure. Maybe it's a cyclical thing.
(Or maybe it's that it took ten years for me to finally forget about how utterly pointless it is to give myself heart and soul to this job, and go and make the same stupid mistake all over again. Hopefully, this time the lesson will stick a little longer.)
My game plan is to (a)lay low the month of December, as much as humanly possible (b)get my annual evaluation completed despite the mess of not being in the same assessment system as my managers for the 11 months of this year I need to be assessed for, and to make damn sure I get my bonus. If I had not had to change jobs for my own sanity, I would have been guranteed a huge bonus in my old department. As it is, I am not giving that up without a fight. The one thing I have learned and remembered these past ten years is that it is definitely not unseemly or gauche and most certainly is necessary to fight for every cent that is due me, especially since each cent has been rightfully earned.
Mostly, though, my game plan is to fantasize about getting a voluntary severance package and seeing if there is anyway that fantasy can come true.
That I am seriously considering volunteering for termination would tell you everything you needed to know about how my time off at home was with Houdini and Lemel, if you knew me in real life.
Bang, bang, bang!
