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2003-12-22 5:26 PM werk Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: clubbing baby seals Read/Post Comments (2) I knew it would go badly when the manager scheduled a half hour meeting instead of the five minutes everyone else got.
Long story short: emails I sent to ask questions of my fellow editors went to my director (grand-boss) who took great exception to the questions being asked. So he took them to my manager and demanded that I get talked to for it. A confidential meeting I had with the director that went badly was told to my manager in the context that I was being unprofessional (eventhough I asked for confidentiality so that I *could* talk about my manager who I don't like working for), a problem that I created made everything else I did in the past year suspect, and the fact taht the most ethical thing I could think of was to let my fellow editors know that I could not longer represent them to management was apparently a bad idea was all thrown in my face. All of it. I'm not even meeting the average grades here. No bonus, no raise. My ONLY consolation is I'll soon be working for a different manager. For however long that will be. I'll try to talk to the HR lady, but her days with company number less than the fingers on one hand. There's no one left around here to talk to. All the sholders and sympathetic ears are out. I know this corporate bullshit is everywhere but is it too much to ask that something I say in confidence stay in confidence? fucking hate crying at work Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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