Sucktastic Sucky McSuckerson

Work sucks right now.  In fact, it sucks so badly that saying it sucks is making it seem vastly more pleasant than it really is.

I hate feeling this way, because I used to LOVE my job.  What changed? Everything. Team composition, team leadership, my responsibilities, my workload, overtime (as in none anymore, as a general rule).

My amazingly awesome team lead moved over to a different team, which kudos for him in continuing to develop his knowledge base and career path. He was a really good team lead, and he continues to be a good mentor and sounding board when I need one. I applied for his job, but ultimately didn’t get it. Instead, they hired two people who had no experience in our company and I’m not sure they have any experience with impounds and confiscations. That doesn’t necessarily have to be a bad thing. Everyone starts somewhere.  

There are a couple of people on my team who have performance issues. One of them is sweet and funny and I like her, even when I’m wanting to scream when I correct the same mistake she’s made hundreds–if not thousands–of times. The other one, well, I loathe and detest her.  She is very difficult to work with. She isn’t particularly fond of work, and I’m a workaholic. She charitably went to HR a couple of months ago to complain about her difficulties in her job–let’s just say this team isn’t a good one for someone who doesn’t like to work–and complained about my being a bitch. Not in so many words, at least not how the nice man in HR said when I had to go down and explain myself, but yeah. It’s hard to feel charitable about someone who complains to HR because you’re a bitch. Really, though, it was because she’d made an incredibly asinine error, and rather than fix it myself, I let her handle it. That pissed her off, and she’s been trying to make trouble for me ever since. 

My job duties changed a bit, which is fine. I like change and I like learning new things. What is not fine is that my workload continues to increase; my overtime has been taken away, so I’m having to do more works in less time (reminds me of the Israelites having to make more bricks and the straw isn’t provided, so they also have to gather their own straw and still make their brick quotas); and one of the new team leads is actively trying to cause problems for me. She sent an email to my team lead today asking him to review an account because “Faith is refusing to work it,” which is complete and utter bullshit.  Fortunately for me, many years of being a secretary/administrative assistant taught me the CYA lesson, and I have the emails proving that not only was I NOT refusing to work an account that wasn’t then assigned to me and shouldn’t have been assigned to me, I actually did some ground work to help the person I am reluctant to call a co-worker, because she doesn’t do a lot of work.  

What pisses me off even more is that I do very high quality work. I touch my accounts when they’re supposed to be touched; I document all the systems of record; I handle everything promptly. My non-co-worker doesn’t touch her accounts when they’re supposed to be touched; she doesn’t document the systems of record; and she sits on stuff for weeks on end. I’m out for three weeks on medical leave, and no one worked my accounts and two liens were lost.  She’s out for one day and I’m ordered to drop what I’m doing to work on her shit.  It’s crap. it’s wrong. 

I’m applying for jobs in other departments, but the process can be slow, and there are plenty of other candidates trying to get hired. I just hope that I can hang in there, refrain from popping my cork, and keep doing my usual standard of work until I do get to move to another department. I like my company, like the benefits, and would like to be able to stay with the company. 

Sorry to be so complainey. I’m struggling right now. I’m not used to being this miserable at work, and I don’t like it. Please say a prayer for me, if you’re the praying sort, or send me some white light if that’s your thing. I’ll take all the positive energy that’s sent my way. I’ll need it, to get through this miserable time.

Thanks!

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