It’s 20 minutes until my 34th birthday and I’m sitting here, still, pondering what the hell has gone wrong in my life. I haven’t posted much lately due to the job and travelling such a long distance each day- it left little time for sleeping and eating much less blogging. As of yesterday at noon, this changed. I haven’t said much about what I did at the new job or- the problems I encountered, other than the post about cliques. Yesterday I reached my breaking point. In the month that I was there I was trained a total of approximately 2 hours. I did two jobs- in fact I had two job titles: Administrative Assistant/Payables Coordinator-all of this for a large (160+ residents and over 200 employees) nursing center. I was basically everyone’s bitch.


Every Thursday I was to overnight the departmental expense logs to the home office. Problem being- I had a total of 5 minutes of an explanation as to what to add and what not to add to the sheets. Since I was the admin assistant I was to keep track of spending for the office-which also included other department requests for supplies. I asked my immediate supervisor where the sheets were kept. She had no clue. I was told to ask someone else. I asked the girl who did the job before me, (who also happens to be the pet, who didn’t know how to do the job to begin with, hence the reason I was hired) and of course she didn’t know. Several other things happened-actually, throughout the month, a lot of things were said and done that not only made me feel unwelcome, but a target as well. So, I gave up. The administrator, who my mom was best friends with, was in a meeting, so I couldn’t talk to her-the social worker who was the only person who had been nice to me since starting wasn’t at work and I simply clocked out at lunch, drove 92 miles back home and said screw it. The administrator called when I got home, checking to see if I was ok because “everyone was worried about me,” and I told her everything. The talking behind my back, the lack of training, the half-assed answers when I asked a question, (keep in mind I had already told her quite a bit before yesterday), and it was decided that I “voluntarily quit”- not the reaction I wanted. She should have reamed my boss, but didn’t. My boss then called and had the nerve to ask me what should be done in regards to changing things when my replacement was hired. I said, “Train the person, don’t leave them hanging.”

Thus ended my career. I’m having second thoughts. I miss the residents and the family members I met. I miss the busy days even though they were about to kill me. Did I make a mistake? Did I let them run over me like I believe they wanted to from the very beginning? I don’t know. I do have an interview Monday morning-a company only 15 miles away instead of 92. At least, if I do get this job, I won’t have to stay in a creepy motel room like I did twice- yes twice in the month I worked at the nursing center.