The Ides of March

Ok, today is not the Ides of March, but it is the last day of the month. It finally rained, after nearly two months of drought, but it doesn't mean it's over being dry and smokey. Although I hope it does mean that.

I'm writing because I'm feeling crappy. If I haven't written in two months, that's a good thing; it means I haven't felt crappy in awhile. But today I feel horrible. I feel like I have depression (even though I don't, officially). If it weren't for my faith, I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably be clinically depressed by now.

Let me tell you why I'm depressed. It's my job. Yes, the wonderful job that I love... I don't love it that much anymore. There are several reasons, and I'll highlight them one by one:

1. Our "new" boss SUCKS. Ok, I say "new" because she's been at her post since November. Which means that, if she was a competent person, she would know most of the stuff she has to do by now. Well, no, for one. For another, she has an ANNOYING personality. She's one of those people that enjoys telling everyone what a cool time she had last night at the pub, and how many beers she had which she didn't buy because she had a "sponsor", and how she went home at 2 am and woke up at 7:30 am, so she looks like crap at work but that's cool because she got to hang out (she's 26). Besides that, she's not at all responsible. She has no ideas of her own, and as a consequence, steals ideas from other people and calls them her own.

2. Even though I went to one of the bosses to tell them the fact that she stole my intellectual property (and mind you, this was about four weeks ago), do you know how much they have done about it? Zero. Zilch. Nothing. Nada. UN FOKIN CARAJO, NO HAN HECHO NA. These people have fired other employees for less, but apparently they award mediocrity, and good, decent work, they don't care about.

The problem is that I complaint, I whine, I present evidence. Nothing. They don't care. No meeting of the department. No meeting with the bosses (and the department). They've abandoned us and don't give a flying crap. And if they don't give a flying crap, why should I? I'm not to the point where I will compromise my work ethic because others do so, but I cannot stand idly by while others undermine and belittle my workplace.

My patience is wearing thin. I don't know how much more I can stand being there. The thing is, I'm not in a position to go work anywhere outside of the Island.

But one of these days, if this issue is not addressed, new job in line or not, I'm handing in my two week notice. Inept, irresponsible behavior, ANYWHERE, is not an option. Either things are done right, or they are not done at all.