i was tired and went to bed early last night, perhaps it was my nerves or something but i suffered from extreme restlessness all night, every now and again giving up, reading a bit, then turning in again. my melatonin pills expired in february, i discovered around 2am. i think i must have finally dozed off around 4.
...
i wasn't feeling particularly full of life at 8am when i got up and got ready for my consulate visit. the weather report lied and told me "a bit cold", when in fact it would be a beautiful, warm and sunny day. i wish i hadn't taken my jacket :(
i arrived fifteen minutes early and was made to wait fifteen minutes, others arrived too and we were all left standing outside. i was tired and pre-coffee, i felt like i was in the army again. when the security guard finally poked his head out the door he handed my documents to someone else.
"excuse me, i think those are mine."
"no, they're not."
the guy who received my documents looked at the packet quizzically, and that was when i recognized my receipt stapled to the front.
"no, those are definitely mine."
"what's your name?"
seriously, *such* a good reminder of why i'm trying to leave that country.
i walked across the road to the courier who impressed me no end with his expertise and amused me no end with his patter, and once done there i stopped in at java-u for a giant coffee and to send the appropriate updates to the lawyer and the estate agent. gods-willing, in another few days i will no longer need to be worried that i owe insane amounts of money to the mortgage bank ^_^
either way, at least they're local and i can exchange them whenever.
what was the worst news? well. i talked with the cto and after a while we felt we were on the same page. he told me to talk to the ceo, and i got a chance to do that later. in the interim i went through all the emails that have been stacking up and discovered that darn's developers rewrote all my work from scratch, literally tossing out EVERYTHING.
first thought: what morons, they wasted a whole lot of good work that i'd made fully functional, modular, organized and readable. all they needed to do was plug it into the new interface!
the thought after talking to the ceo: what bastards! well, darn and megaman at least. those assholes told everyone that my code was completely worthless and had to be scrapped. they set me up to fail, and when that didn't happen they LIED about it! i was spitting mad when the gravity of that sunk in. i still am, but i'm going to take godmother's advice and play smart.
or smarter, at least. the ceo offered me some friendly advice about not going over my immediate supervisor's head in the future. i seem to recall hearing that before somewhere...
anyway, everyone seems to know what's happening, the bad blood between megaman, darn and myself is now out in the open and one way or another, as i said before, something's going to give. but while the giving is taking place i'll be looking for my next step: i've already sent out my resume for about six jobs tonight. i wonder who'll rescue me?
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