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2007-01-11 - 8:23 p.m.
You Had Me, You Lost Me
Ohhhhhh, peoples. Yesterday morning I slept in till nearly 11, walked the dogs, then jumped online to see what was cookin'. After I checked my email and started reading one of my fave sites, it dawned on me that I had yet to hear back from Lumbergh. Huh. Oh well.
A few minutes later a message came into my inbox. Now, you know how angry and paranoid I was on Tuesday, and how I knew I was blowing things out of proportion...yet, something was still gnawing at me. What was the real reason he wrote me?
Well, as it turns out, my paranoia and anger were just greasing the wheels. (I'm starting to shake again. Deep breath, deep breath).
Now, I can have quite the imagination at times, but I never, EVER would have believed I'd get a response like THIS from Lumbergh:
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(Here we go!)
{Halo}, Nobody had any indication or communication there were treatments not entered in {horse data program} when you left. We just happened on to the treatment sheets with the post-it note on them.
{Farm} compensated you for a job that was left undone. Is this the way you wish to leave this situation?
Regards,
{Lumbergh}
I KNOW. Can you believe that shit? After I finished reading it, I stood up in shock and yelled "Oh no, you didn't! You fucking ASSHOLE!"
I sat back down, read the message again and started shaking with rage. For a moment, it was almost surreal, like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up.
He didn't actually write that. No, no...there's no way. This can't be happening.
I cannot tell you how freaked out and angry I was. I gave those fuckers 2 and a half years of MY LIFE, busted my ASS for them for the kinda money I was getting 10 YEARS AGO, and was rewarded for my efficiency and intelligence by receiving MORE TASKS AND PROJECTS.
I kept on top of so many fucking things around that farm, did my absolute BEST to wrap everything up before I left while managing to finish 3 big projects that were handed to me in the last 2 weeks, PLUS kept on top of all my regular tasks while updating every spreadsheet and file that I possibly could, and he has the NERVE to tell ME that I was "compensated for a job that was left undone"? WHAT THE FUCK?
Because there was one task, of THE LOWEST PRIORITY, that I wasn't able to finish? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
And BY THE WAY, ASSHOLE, I DID TELL SOMEONE I WASN'T ABLE TO FINISH THAT DATA ENTRY. WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO MY CO-WORKER?
He doesn't even REALIZE how lucky they are that I didn't stick to my original plan and quit the Friday before breeding season started with NO NOTICE.
And if he wants to talk about compensation, why don't we begin with his shitty 25 cents an hour raise? And all the holidays they ripped out from under our feet at the last minute? And how many times from Oct. '04 - Feb. '05 that I used my lunch hour to go shopping at Kroger for the farm on Mondays? And how I always went to the store in my car on my OWN DIME because I was going out anyway? That I used only one of my two personal days last year? That I could've taken up to 10 days of sick pay in the last 2 years, but only took 6? Right there, that would've been a week worth of days I could've used to fuck around, sleep, catch up on errands, or whatever. But no, I didn't want to "take advantage." Looking back, I SHOULD HAVE.
And as far as not telling anyone about the unentered data, not only DID I tell someone, but what the fuck happened to YOU working with ME on "transitional stuff"? YOU FUCKING BLEW ME OFF! And the only reason ANYONE knows ANYTHING is because I made my co-worker sit down with me the last day I was there (no one asked me to, but it needed to be done). It's NOT MY GODDAMN FAULT you dragged your feet on finding a replacement.
It appears to me that he's probably in hot water with the farm manager/staff because he either hasn't found a replacement yet, or they brought someone in who didn't (or isn't) working out, or that the new person is good, but will need a lot of time to get up to speed. Plus, I spoiled those fuckers.
So I guess now he's trying to get back at me for leaving. Can you believe that he's basicially asking me to come in without pay to finish that bullshit data entry?
Something else strange is that I think both farm manager and co-worker are both at the horse sale this week. And Lumbergh has a tendency to do shit behind the farm manager's back. It's like he's gone renegade to correct his fucked up mess.
Anyhoo, minutes after I received his note, while I was still brewing with rage, I picked up the phone and called....mom. I vented and ranted and raved and cried. The overwhelming feeling that I'd busted my ass for those folks, thought I'd left on a good note, but all my former boss is going to remember is me leaving something undone, and that they were somehow cheated. After everything I did, this is what it boils down to in his mind?
Damn, that fucking hurts, ya know? Mom was as shocked and pissed off as I was when she heard what he wrote me. And she gave me some wonderful advice: First off, don't reply to his email. Ever. Now, she knows me and knows that I may need to get my two cents in for my own piece of mind, but at the very least, hold off for a few days. Or draft up some never-to-be-sent replies to let off some steam.
Considering it took Lumbergh nearly 24 hours to write me back means he must've composed 10 different drafts before he sent it. And if what he sent me was his final draft, what do you think the FIRST draft sounded like? The more I thought about it, the more I relished the idea of letting Lumbergh agonize waiting for a reply, meanwhile coming to realization that by sending such a rude nasty email, HE DONE FUCKED UP. BIG TIME.
She also told me to go out and get my mind off things. So I did. I ran some errands, had a nice lunch at a Mexican restaurant, and bought a shitload of cheap videos and DVDs on clearance (half the videos are for mom -- gonna take them with me when I go to Texas).
I'm still blown away by Lumbergh's message, but in a more muted "What a stupid ass" sort of way. But since my paranoia from the other day turned out to be more than warranted, I want to do special thing this evening.
It's possible that Lumbergh found my diary. Might account for that tone of his. While I never posted when at work, I checked notes a few times back before I upgraded to Supergold. Even though I cleaned out my PC, god knows what little trails are still on there, or what might have been picked up or tracked with his network admin tools. Plus, a few Google searches with distinct key words or phrases could easily bring up my diary.
So here's a shout-out to the biggest little prick on the planet, Mr. Tippity-Tappity Dress Shoes himself, my former bossmans, who managed to fly past the bounds of being Lumbergh, straight towards the realm of King Asslicker:
Howdy, fuckface! I have a little news bulletin for you. My last day was 12/29/06. I gave you two weeks notice, which you promptly pissed away. There is no situation. I no longer work for you. Is that sinking in yet?
Did it ever occur to you that if you'd paid me what I was worth and for everything I did, I might not have left?
And isn't it ironic that you'll spend shitloads of money and time hiring and training a replacement, who won't have a fraction of my talent? You're such a goddamn idiot.
P.S. FUCK OFF.
{sticking out my tongue and making devil horns}
I have many, MANY other choice words and phrases, but that pretty much sums it up for now.
Alrighty. I'm going to watch a movie and finish sewing up that voodoo doll.
Heh.
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