Friday, January 22, 2016
Faint praise, indeed
Yesterday, my boss told me I had done "a hell of a job" putting a complicated requisition together.
Anytime I hear anyone told that they're doing "a hell of a job", all I can think of is then-President Bush telling Micheal Brown, the head of FEMA, that he had done "a hell of a job, Brownie" handling Hurricane Katrina. That, as people were drowning in their homes.
But! I really did do a good job on that req. The previous requisition had ended up in the weeds, so I had some cleanup to do. A little backstory: The boss was out of the country for the past month and a half. And when he went, he just ... went. He didn't bother to get his work in order before he left, he didn't inform most of our clientele that he was going, he just left. And left behind one snot of a mess for me to try to sort out while he was gone.
We were in the middle of overseeing a major construction project with many contractors, a requisition (which my boss had prepared) in the works, and the out-of-town financing bank arbitrarily deciding that they were only going to pay the contractors (and us) 90%. Just because.
It was fun!
No, it wasn't. It was terrible. My boss left me in an awful position. It was a week before Christmas, and I was scrambling with the owner of the project and our local banker contact to get those contractors paid in full. I've never worked so hard in my life.
But I learned a ton. And I got those contractors paid. And ...
I really don't want to work here anymore.
It's not just that the boss is racist, although of course that's a huge part of it. It's also that the boss just doesn't seem to care anymore, and is in very poor health, and is already planning to swan off to the Continent again in March for a month or so.
If he doesn't care, why should I?
And one part of me says, oh hell, just stick it out. The job is easy (well, most of the time), the pay is fair, the benefits are fine, why leave? If and when the boss drops dead or pulls the plug on the company, at least that way I'll be eligible for six months' unemployment while I'm looking for my next gig. If I quit, I won't get any unemployment.
ANOTHER part of me says, well, just start looking around. I've updated my resume and references, dusted off my linked-in profile, and could just totter over to the local, state-run job service to see what's up. Keep working here, but start sniffing around to see what's out there. Because what if there's a great job, just waiting for me, except I don't know about it?
Look, I get it. No job is perfect. Work is work, after all. And I know I've talked before about leaving here, but then stuck it out. But I'm increasingly wondering if it's time to take a look around. Because I'm really, REALLY not looking forward to March.