Corporate Can Suck It

CORPORATE CAN SUCK IT: HOW QUITTING WAS WORSE THAN GETTING FIRED

I. Am. Seething.

I am SO livid…I am seeing red. No…I am seeing every God Damned color of the red spectrum.

I’ve seen movies of people getting screwed by “the man”…the “corporate higher ups”…but I never put myself in the protagonist’s shoes.  I never thought…”Oh, I know how they feel.”

I never felt their rage.

Holy HELL…do I feel their rage now!!!??

Three months ago, I was working in a corporate job…a job I just simply wasn’t passionate about.  Every day was like rotting in a cell created by my own imagination.  I loved my co-workers. The job was 4 minutes from my house.  I got benefits.

There was no reason for me to dislike it…

The ONLY reason was simply…I wasn’t passionate about selling connectors.  (You heard me right. Connectors…like the little bits that connect one chord to another chord.)

I worked in a cubicle selling to large companies like Boeing and Carlisle.  I had to set prices and bargain with other sellers that were, at least, 10 years ahead of me in sales experience (and age).

My boss was a GREAT guy…but just not boss material.  He was TOO kind.  Too much like corporate Playdough.

Other than the shitty job…my office was a small one.  Four employees…pretty quiet days. Just daily grind.  (I am assuming a good number of my readers can relate.)

Day to day, I spent my 10 minutes of traffic commute DREAMING that I would walk into my office, and one of our higher ups from the Philadelphia office would be right behind me saying “We are closing your office! Pack up your things…and we will send you information on your severance package!”

But everyday…no such luck.  Finally, after a year of this monotony (which any entrepreneur knows is worse than a life sentence in the third circle of hell) I had to give in.

I told my boss, through a few tears, that I was giving my two month notice. I figured this would give me time to improve on the 2 year old business that I had been working so hard…AND would give my company two months to find someone to replace me without putting them in a bind.  (See??? My snarky ass DOES care!)

My boss gave me a hug and a smile…told me I would be missed…and I went about my day with a HUGE weight off my shoulders.

Twenty fours hours later, I came into the office and my boss informed me that he had told his higher ups the situation.

*Shit* (was what I silently said to myself.)  Although the company had never done me any wrong, his boss was a NOTORIOUS bitch….Bitch (with a capital B).

He proceeded to inform me that she was requesting my two weeks notice INSTEAD of two months.  I told him I was hesitant, since I really needed the pay for the next two months to get situated…but he informed me I didn’t have much choice in the matter.

Here is where I blame myself.  I squashed MY OWN hesitancy.  I should have stood up for myself…but I didn’t.  I put in my two weeks as requested.

The next two weeks were pleasant in the office, but Batshit Brains in my head.

How the HELL was I going to survive!!??  I only had about 2 months saved for rent.  I was screwed unless I could get my business up and running.

My last day of work, we had a donut party and drinks at a local bar after closing.  My two coworkers (boss included) asked me my plans and we reminisced over the past three years of “family” between us.

That was a Friday.

Thirty minutes into Monday morning business hours…my coworker texted to say that the big bitch boss lady had strolled into the office, declaring that the doors were to be shut…and everyone should go home.

Severance package information would be mailed.

W…..T….F. I missed getting severance pay by 30 minutes?

I don’t think so, Tim.

I sent an email to the president of the company, the boss lady bitch and our branches outside sales manager…all with no response received.  And today? Today I was turned down for unemployment.

*sigh* That is LITERALLY all I can say.  Just…*sigh*

There is a reason a corporate job is looked at as hell incarnate on earth.  Although that company seems to have done nothing illegal…and there seems to be nothing I can do about it…I still feel…well…fucked.  I feel royally fucked.

I feel like a friend whom I was just starting to trust, wished me all the luck and then stole my wallet.

Look…I’m not sure if there is any point to this post other than for me to vent.  I’m not positive there is a lesson to be learned…or that there is even a moral to the story. At this point in time (and three glasses of Malbec in) I am CERTAINLY not sure there will be happy ending to this story.

But know what???  I’m DAMN sure I’m going to try to make it one!

I’m damn sure I’m going to wipe the tears off my face, finish watching this next episode of Game of Thrones, and write my to-do list for tomorrow’s epic day of small business kick-assery.

Ok…maybe there is a moral.

This too shall pass.

Feeling like shit?

Move on.  It’s all about you now, baby!  Don’t think about how those fucking ass holes have won this battle of life.

Think about how you’re going to win the war. How INSANELY happy can you be with the next (we’ll say) 60 years of your life?

Really?  Only THAT happy? Because I think you can do better.

Boom. Drop the mic.

Terra Dawn

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