You better be careful...
You better be dang careful what you ask for because you JUST MIGHT GET IT!
Remember my job? At the law offices? Well, in two weeks or so, I won't have that job anymore.
Apparently, somebody up there heard me loud and clear.
I came into work this morning, and my boss said, "Allison, pull up a chair." This is always a scary way to start a conversation. I was thinking as I sat down, "Okay. Either he's pregnant or going bankrupt or about to chew me out. Again. Which one will it be?" Well, he isn't pregnant, and he may be broke, but that's not why he was sitting me down. He sat me down to tell me how this job just isn't a good fit for me. Why, just last week, he had a couple of papers in his hand looking over them, and NOW he can't find them! Somehow, this is my fault. Things that were also blamed on me:
--My boss not having enough money to pay his bills
--My boss leaving his exercise regimin on the floor in his office( If I may add, he ordered me to deliver his workout regimin to the YMCA, "on the double." Yes, that is a direct quote.)
--My boss' anger toward clients and toward me
--My lack of knowledge concerning legal matters
My response (on my blog and not in actual life, of course; I was just trying to not cry as he was listing things that I do wrong) is:
How long was I in law school? Uh--how about ZERO years, ZERO months, days, hours! Of course I don't know much about the law. And since when did I start taking crap off of people, anyway? Why did I just sit there every time this guy cut me down? And, MY HEAVENS!! How dare I not clean up his office for him! If he can't hold on to a paper, I am certainly to blame. As for all of the trips I made for him--taking his "workout regimin" to him at the Y, rushing his checkbook to him so he could bounce a check to look like he was paying a bill...
Forget it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you God for delivering me from the worst possible job EVER!
I have a job interview with a real estate agent this afternoon. The other attorney that I work for gave me an excellent recommendation. He even called the agent and is having the agent come interview me while I'm at work today.
Now that I'm done with all of this crying (I think I was just crying because I've never been "let go" before, and who likes rejection?) I am a little mad. I am mostly ECSTATIC, though. God takes care of his children, that is for sure. And now I don't have to dread going in to work.
I refuse to be upset anymore over something so wonderful.
Remember my job? At the law offices? Well, in two weeks or so, I won't have that job anymore.
Apparently, somebody up there heard me loud and clear.
I came into work this morning, and my boss said, "Allison, pull up a chair." This is always a scary way to start a conversation. I was thinking as I sat down, "Okay. Either he's pregnant or going bankrupt or about to chew me out. Again. Which one will it be?" Well, he isn't pregnant, and he may be broke, but that's not why he was sitting me down. He sat me down to tell me how this job just isn't a good fit for me. Why, just last week, he had a couple of papers in his hand looking over them, and NOW he can't find them! Somehow, this is my fault. Things that were also blamed on me:
--My boss not having enough money to pay his bills
--My boss leaving his exercise regimin on the floor in his office( If I may add, he ordered me to deliver his workout regimin to the YMCA, "on the double." Yes, that is a direct quote.)
--My boss' anger toward clients and toward me
--My lack of knowledge concerning legal matters
My response (on my blog and not in actual life, of course; I was just trying to not cry as he was listing things that I do wrong) is:
How long was I in law school? Uh--how about ZERO years, ZERO months, days, hours! Of course I don't know much about the law. And since when did I start taking crap off of people, anyway? Why did I just sit there every time this guy cut me down? And, MY HEAVENS!! How dare I not clean up his office for him! If he can't hold on to a paper, I am certainly to blame. As for all of the trips I made for him--taking his "workout regimin" to him at the Y, rushing his checkbook to him so he could bounce a check to look like he was paying a bill...
Forget it.
Thank you, thank you, thank you God for delivering me from the worst possible job EVER!
I have a job interview with a real estate agent this afternoon. The other attorney that I work for gave me an excellent recommendation. He even called the agent and is having the agent come interview me while I'm at work today.
Now that I'm done with all of this crying (I think I was just crying because I've never been "let go" before, and who likes rejection?) I am a little mad. I am mostly ECSTATIC, though. God takes care of his children, that is for sure. And now I don't have to dread going in to work.
I refuse to be upset anymore over something so wonderful.
posted by Scooter at 4/10/2006 02:47:00 PM
2 Comments:
Woot! Yay God! I bet He has something awesome in mind.
This is really a blessing Allison. I know how you feel about rejection. There was one law school that was WAY down on my list... it was a FALL BACK school and they put me on their WAITLIST! This school is top 50 but no where near as good as Vandy and BU and some of the other schools I even got SCHOLARSHIPS at, but I still felt upset and rejected even though I had NO intention of going to this school anyway. Stupid, HUH? But you can't help how you feel. The good news is that when you get over being upset, you'll probably be MUCH happier in a MUCH better situation. This is great news.
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