And I Thought I Was Making Progress...

I got completely blindsided this morning. I was hauled into the office yet again today.

I didn't see this one coming. They have never caught me off guard before. In the whole "sometimes you are the windshield, sometimes you are the bug" analogy...I am the dead bug.

I thought I was making improvements at work. I thought I was really trying. Apparently, some improvements aren't enough. It was to be a complete over night change.

I started crying. Which I hate, I do not believe in weakness. It leaves you open for attack. I asked to go home at that point and take a vacation day. I was denied.

I was sat down and told that my efforts are simply not enough, my attitude has to change and that I am simply not pulling my fair share of work. Then they send me crying back to the teller line. But...I have attitude issues, so I am not allowed to be down at all because "We employ happy people."

Really, since when?

I don't know what else to do. My ass is too fat to flip the cartwheels they clearly are looking for. "I have a good job with good hours, so I should relish in that fact".

I don't know what to do. I can't really take a pay cut, I am already living by the skin of my teeth. I really have an insane amount of vacation time for being employed only 6 years there.

I just don't fucking know what to do anymore.

Bartender moved out of the building this week, I'm bummed about that. But he's coming over for our taco/movie date tonight. He grabs Taco Bell after he closes the bar and heads on over here to watch a movie.

A friend's mom passed away Wednesday. That sucks. I hate funerals.