2018-01-29 Why I Love Mondays Now

I used to dread Monday. I used to wake up after a terrible nights sleep to the realization I had to go to work and there would be no reward. Well.. not zero, the shining light at work was my co-workers and believe it or not the work itself. I liked my work. I always have.

But knowing I had to face mountains of work with management that had unrealistic expectations and project managers who basically left the PM hat on my desk for most things was kind of getting me down.

The president of the company turned out to be a complete ass-hat. I dont care what “good intentions” people tried to pass me as excuses for his behavior, there really is no excuse for one human being to treat other human beings with such disrespect.

I’m not trying to vent behind the veil of my anonymous blog, I’ll say that on twitter or in a review on Glassdoor or to any human being that asks me about it. I basically went on record with “HR” before I tendered my resignation. I’m sure that written and verbalized statement went right into my file and provided them with a great reason to not try and keep me on when I quit. I’m sure I was considered a liability at that point, but People had to be made aware. Not that it did any good.

He’s still there and operating with the same smug, self-serving, controlling personality. Since I left other people have been let go or quit. Good people. Hard working people with the company’s best interest at heart. The other management turns a blind eye or they are openly OK with the hostile environment.

I world dread Mondays because I knew I had anger so built up in me that even little incidents would trigger my rage. That’s no way to live.

After I quit, I went on a 5 month unpaid sabbatical. Technically it wasn’t a sabbatical because that word is reserved for companies who honor their employees’ service by offering extended time off. They hold their positions and come back to work refreshed and ready to take on the world again.

My time off was my decision and it was the very best thing I could have ever done for myself.. EVER!

Now I wake up on Mondays knowing that I’m gonna be getting my morning workout in instead of a pointless morning meeting. I’ll be able to pencil in whatever I want for the morning because my new peeps in Cali don’t start rolling until later in the day. I look forward to putting hours in, without micromanagement and I’m being thanked for my work daily. I don’t even mind the Monday 8PM weekly team meeting. It’s pretty good actually.

This weekend I received the new employee welcome swag box. At Christmastime, even though I had only just signed, they sent me a Christmas gift. And the gal that’s now basically their head of “HR” eluded to the fact that there would be a company wide retreat in the fall. That qualifies as amazing no matter what the destination is.

In short.. I wake up happy and looking forward to the day and the week.i just hope it lasts.

The Cool-Aid is So Sweet,

~Miss SugarCookie


2017-06-19 A Most Momentous Monday

I woke up at about 5:30 this morning after maybe 6.5 hours of sleep. I don’t feel super well rested and I don’t want to face this day. I really don’t think I am prepared. It’s my last Monday at my job. This is the last Monday and this is my last week. I’m going to pause and let that sink in for a minute…

…It is the last time I’m going to have to wake up on Monday and get ready to go to work (for several months anyway). That’s pretty huge.

Last Thursday when I left, I had a brief conversation with Doug, who I won’t see again at the office and a longer conversation with my boss, who I also won’t see again at the office.

I also spoke briefly with Brian and Angie as I was going out the door and taking one of my plants. I could barely speak and it’s OK, because what do you say anyway? As I got in my car and set the plant down on the floor mat on the passenger side, my eyes were filling with tears. I remember thinking if it feels this way now, what is it going to be like next week? Leaving the job was relatively easy, leaving the people is tough.

Now I’m rolling into my last week and still have a lot to do which I am grateful for because if I am busy working then I’m not going to have time to think about.. stuff. It’s the thinking about stuff that sometimes starts to get to me and it’s like eating Pringles or something, once you pop, you can’t stop. So I just need to keep my head down and focus on the tasks at hand. There will be time for reflection after.

I still have an hour and a half before I have to be to work. I’m wondering if I could squeeze some gym time in to take my mind off this most momentous Monday.

Time to Roll,
~Miss SugarCookie