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Starting a New Job? – The Office of Horrors

What else can possibly go wrong?!

I had only been two days since I started my reassignment job, and you can not make this s**t up. Quick recap. My previous unit was dismantled due to people filling grievances, and as a result, we became a “problem unit.” I didn’t know when I first took the job three years ago that it had a poor reputation, I just knew the work I was doing as a family advocate for mental health was very much needed in the community. However, we were dismantled and I literally got a reassignment letter over night that said I was to report to a new unit the following day. So I show up to this random unit and the manager doesn’t know what to do with me so sticks me in some icebox office, not a cube, but a desk facing a wall with a phone on it. Since my ergonomics computer equipment hadn’t been transferred yet from my previous job, my manager said to do work I could more or less squat in someone’s cube that was out in the field, and after doing remedial work all day, my hand started to hurt. Her mouse was too small for my monster hands so, I informed my manager that I couldn’t use that desk and went back to the icebox.

The next day I attend the office staff meeting, and of course there is a ton of food cause across the board people’s lives revolve around food, and I was offered cake and cookies and felt obligated to partake cause I didn’t want to be rude and start a reputation of being a skinny b**ch so swallowed the fat pills. Not to mention on top of the fact that I was the only one in the entire office that was wearing heels, not flats.  Then one of the co-workers suggests having a retreat and my stomach turned. I do not do office pot lucks let alone retreats but, I felt the need to be politically correct or a “team player,” so just mentally prepared myself for having to partake. Then, one of the coworkers mentioned that there were two empty cubes for me to use and the manager seemed offset and said she was going to save them for people that she was going to hire. I had to butt in at that point and ask if I could use them until they were officially hired, which didn’t seem to fly for she just changed the subject. So, after the meeting some person comes by to get information on my ice cube and I was like, I can’t sit here without my ergonomic equipment and, thankfully one of the office mangers stopped by and said if I had ergonomic equipment, then I had to be relocated to a proper desk and again, the manager seemed frazzled. But too bad, rules are rules so deal with it. Now, I just have to wait for my desk equipment to be transferred and in the meantime, sit at the icebox with my laptop.

I’m sitting there and the manager comes up and says she has some paperwork to go over and turns out, I am offered information for an office related injury, and given a packet on workers comp insurance, and a decision to wave any medication attention. What?! Cause I verbalized that I need a proper mouse for my hand? Whatever. Ok, so I sign the waiver and take the pile of paperwork and go back to my icebox.

Next up, I have to get a parking pass for the garage but that’s another issue cause I drive a Vespa, and you have to be a certain amount of weight, like a car, for the sensor to go off and allow access to the gate so that’s another problem. However, I manage to get my printer set up and working, and go to print something out and of course the paper gets stuck in the machine so, great. I am terrible at paper jams so am not sure what to do and start to panic and shove my hands in the machine to try and pull out the paper. I did, however, mange to fix it so there is one thing that has gone right. I fixed a paper jam, great. Then, I have to sign some damn office birthday card for someone I don’t even know but ok.

Needless to say, things are not going well. So I decide to walk into my managers office, and offer peace and a fresh start and admit that we’ve had a rocky start but, I’d like to put it behind us and move forward. Again, no response. Ok, I tried. I also mentioned that I was going to get her some coffee but didn’t know how she took it, which she replied, “Everything.” No surprises there…

Regardless, I came to the realization that God has put me in this position for a reason.  I’m not quite sure what that is yet but, he’s all I got and trust so we’ll see.

Starting a New Job? – The Office of Horrors


Erica Loberg

Erica Loberg was born and raised in Los Angeles, CA. She attended Columbia University in New York and graduated with a BA in English. She is a published poet and author of Inside the Insane, Screaming at the Void, What Men Should Know About Women, What Women Should Know About Men, Diamonds From The Rough and Undressed.


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Loberg, E. (2019). Starting a New Job? – The Office of Horrors. Psych Central. Retrieved on September 21, 2019, from https://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2019/09/07/starting-a-new-job-the-office-of-horrors/

 

Last updated: 8 Sep 2019
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