So apparently as of December 1, 2009 my company has started moving my work to India. I guess the deal is, depending on how they do over there, our layoffs will begin in January 2010 with the biggest wave being then followed by 2 smaller layoffs in February and March/April.
Our workload has already decreased. We usually have at least a 3 day turn around in work but for the past few weeks we’ve actually been working on the previous day’s stuff which means there isn’t as much work available to us…because they’ve been holding it back to send overseas. So this month should be fun. MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!
I’ve applied for 4 open positions within my company and haven’t heard a peep about it but I HAVE heard of folks in my doomed department getting jobs elsewhere in the company so I can only assume that I am shit out of luck in that area. I’m gonna be unemployed. Okay I can deal with that so let’s just get the show on the road and “git ‘er done!” I can’t say that I’ll miss having to get up every morning and go to a place that is so oppressive that people are dropping like flies…literally. It seems like every time I turn around the ambulance is at the front door of our company hauling another person away.
So that’s the update, I’ll continue this saga when I know more.
I know it’s been more than a month since I’ve posted anything. I didn’t have anything good to say and way to much bad stuff to say so I just didn’t say anything. But now I’m here so…
Things of course have gotten worse. My thoughts and feelings are really beyond my control these days. My anger is constant and just below the surface and I’m having a very hard time keeping it there. It started showing itself a bit more than I’d like at work and that’s been causing me much trouble. I’ve been keeping my mouth shut like a good little girl but the things my mind is coming up with are frightening. Frightening in the fact that I like it not that I fear it. I revel in the visions of all the stupid motherfuckers I come across in everyday life and in the street all mutilated and bloody, knowing they are that way because I made them that way. I hurt THEM. I find that calming…Is that wrong?
Unfortunately that calm feeling only lasts a little while then the need to actually make those visions reality takes over. Of course I don’t act on it, at least not with them but I want to so badly. Ah well bitching and moaning never got me anything good so I guess I should turn over a new leaf, yeah? Stop and smell the roses maybe…NOT! No one gives me a break, no one thinks about me at all so I don’t feel the need to extend that courtesy to them and I won’t anymore. I’ll put me first and I’ll do for me. Everyone else can go fuck themselves for their self-centeredness (is that a word?) and their selfishness. Whatever will they all do when I’m no longer around to be the whipping boy. To be the one who takes the shit and gets the short end of the stick so they can all feel good about themselves. I won’t do them that favor forever but they don’t even give a thought to the fact that I just might have my limits and that I have reached said limit and will take whatever steps I need to to put a stop to it. And there won’t be a fucking thing they can do to stop me. They have no control over that, that is mine alone.
