The post isn’t really about puppies and kittens, but I wanted to have a deceptively cute title for what will actually be a rant.
I’m protecting this entry because I keep my blogging and my work separate. Sometimes, blogging is part of my freelance work, but I do not discuss my 9-5 job on my blog, and I don’t discuss my blog at work. Period. Putting that wall up just simplifies things, and we all know how easy it is for an employer (or potential employer) to crawl your site and make judgments about your working life.
I’m leaving my current job to take a more exciting (and relevant) position with an advertising agency here in Calgary. This wasn’t an easy decision to make, but I have my reasons (which have led to this rant).
My position with this company has never really been secure, or at least not from my perspective. There was that time I applied for a vacant role and didn’t get it, then was given the title two months later when they couldn’t find any other suitable applicants, and I was picking up the slack already. The raise came another three months after that, in June.
Then I had to go and move to Calgary with Thomas for a position he couldn’t turn down (since he hated his job in Edmonton especially). Because my company is a not-for-profit, money is extremely tight and needs to be allocated carefully. I was told that they’d make room for me in the head office (which is based in Calgary), and I’d be offered a three month contract position while we wait to hear from the government about our request for additional funding.
I’ve been here about a month now, and have signed nothing. Nothing, as far as I know, has changed, but they’re already advertising for the position in Edmonton without telling me what kind of impact that will have on my status in the company. For being part of the communications team, people here sure don’t know how to fucking communicate!
Then we got an email from the president right before I moved down, and he said that our initial request for additional funding was denied, and we’d have to rewrite the request. Gulp. My salary is somewhere in that additional funding! But everyone is telling me not to worry about it, chill out, etc. Easy enough to say when it’s not your job on the line, right?
Which brings me to this last week/weekend. On Friday, there was a major fuck-up in the company. We have a major project with two post-secondary institutions that use some big-time computing resources. One of our project managers went up to Edmonton yesterday for meetings, and was unpleasantly surprised when there was a huge issue with one of the pieces of equipment. To add to that, there was no one from the technical team around to fix it. This is a big-fucking-deal, because beyond owning the physical equipment, the only other part in our contractual agreement for this project is to run the tech support. We have one job and no one is around to do it…
This really pissed off one of the institutions and they pulled out, not a week after going live with the project. The other school is about two minutes away from doing the same thing, and then we’d have a buttload of expensive equipment and zero users (which means zero revenue).
How in the world was this allowed to happen? It’s freaking embarrassing.
I asked my boss what this means for us, and she said “Well, beyond changing our website to remove the one school, I really don’t know.” Helpful.
Then there was this weekend with the CEO.
He has a presentation on Tuesday and I’ve been helping him prepare his slides. We went over the details on Thursday, and I put in an hour and a half OT to hammer out the details for him. He said he’d be working on it Sunday, and I said that I didn’t mind using my weekend to help him out, that I didn’t have major plans anyways. He thanked me for the sacrifice, and we moved on from there.
So, fast forward to Sunday. I fell off the sidewalk at 10:30am, and went to breakfast and the movie anyways. Getting out of the theatre was difficult with all the steps, and by the time I got home my foot was aching. I was concerned that the ankle looked fine but the side of my foot was swelling and bruising, so I decided to go to the medicentre to see what they would tell me to do. I’ve broken my foot once before, and this looks something like that, so if that’s the case I’d rather find out sooner than later (I go for my X-ray on my lunch hour today, lucky me).
I got a call from the CEO on the way there, asking me about the presentation. I apologized and explained the situation (I planned on working on it when I got home, but may have broken my foot and was on my way to get it looked at), and he then informed me that he was supposed to be at the conference that evening, and had an interview lined up.
Okay, WHOA. That’s a major piece of information that you failed to tell me! So not only did I have no idea that you had press lined up, I didn’t know that this was supposed to be completed for you to leave by Sunday afternoon — I thought we were working on it Sunday! So I told him I’d let him know when I could be home to work on things.
In and out of the clinic in an hour’s time (new record!) and I was back at home. I worked until about 8pm to get the slides ready for him.
This morning, I got the disappointed lecture and “We should really talk about deadlines and how important they are” message. Ugggggh.
I love how your omitting information is a reflection of my work. That because you didn’t give me all the details necessary for the project, it means I fucked up and messed up this entire conference for you.
My boss and the CEO are at the same conference in Banff, so I’m totally convinced he’ll be talking to her about this there. Then I’ll get the lecture one more time on how important it is to stick to deadlines.
But, I’ll be able to hand her my letter of resignation at the same time, so that’s something. I just can’t believe the last week has played out the way it has.