I Hate My Job

It's been over a week and I officially hate my new job. Okay, I know that will change eventually, but right now I am a misery.

I have no work. My internal clients don't know I'm here. No one will send them an email telling them I'm here. I don't know who they are or I'd send the email. I had to beg my boss yesterday to ask the people in this department who inherited my work when my predecessor left to give it back to me. So far, the response has been deafening. Deafening silence, that is.

I am not being paid. I am a contractor and it takes several weeks just to set me up on the billing system. Once I am set up on the system and can invoice the company it takes 30 days for those invoices to be paid. September 30 is looking optimistic for a first paycheck. Which doesn't make paying for groceries, car payments or babysitters very easy.

I miss the boys. I sit in one place at this desk for 9 hours a day. I have no one to talk to except my secretary. I WANT MY CHILDREN. I sit here thinking "don't cry don't cry don't cry" for hours at a time. To distract myself I surf, I post - all in contravention of the company's "fair use" policy, I'm quite sure. And every time I'm not touching the computer the screen saver comes on and I watch scrolling pictures of the boys and I want to run to the parking lot, get in the car and race home.

I hate this. HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT.

This has been your pity party for today. Aren't you glad you stopped by? :)