I am back at work now after the four days off for the funeral. Every time I take off work for any length of time the night before I return is a tossing, turning, sleepless night. Last night was no exception. At one time I enjoyed my jo immensely. Those times are history. Due to personnel changes and general policy changes it has become little more than a joke. It reminds me of the old saying about the inmates running the asylum. The past two people in charge have been very weak leaders who, due to the low salary, were hired without any knowledge of the job or what it takes to perform the job. This has lead to the leaders pushing more and more off onto us underlings as they don't know what is supposed to be done. This, in turn, has pushed morale to new lows. There is no way for me to get out of this position at the moment. How to deal with it and still have any self respect is a mystery. It has developed, for me, into a nightmare. I have at least six more years before I can retire and get the hell out. I fear I'm in for some long years.
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