Friday, August 31, 2012

It’s Baa-aack…

About a million years ago, when I first started dating Sweet Dub, I had just taken what would turn out to be the worst job I have ever had. My boss had a work ethic beyond anything I have ever seen, and would begin emailing me as soon as she got up in the morning, at around 7, and would continue as she thought of things before she got in the car and drove to the office. Once she got to work, the barrage continued throughout the day by email, phone and in-person visits; I was continually interrupted and pulled in eight different directions. It was very difficult to get any real work done. Once she left the office, she would still email throughout the evening. Since this was a million years ago, I did not have a smartphone; hell, I barely had Internet at home. She was ahead of the curve in terms of being plugged in. While our office hours were supposed to be from 10 AM to 6 PM, I began arriving at 8:30 AM and staying until 7 PM or later to try to keep up, and feeling guilty and anxious about leaving even as I was returning home at 8 PM.

Now, I will tell you, I am generally a very conscientious employee. I have a strong work ethic on my own. But I could not keep up with this woman’s demands, and though I had only started working for her in October, by Christmas I had developed a twitch. A nerve under my right eye started jumping. This went on for weeks. Sweet Dub was horrified. Mind you, we had only been dating a few months at this point.

Finally, by March, we had both had enough. “You have got to quit this job,” Sweet Dub said. “Look at your eye! She’s affecting your health!”

And then I did something unimaginable:  I quit that job without another one to go to. I gave my notice at my apartment, moved in with Sweet Dub and started freelancing. I had some savings set aside, but really didn’t have to dip into them, since fortunately I was able to get the freelance gig off the ground fairly quickly. By June I was working 40 hours a week, mainly from home with occasional client meetings.

But I digress.

The point is: once I quit the job, my eye stopped jumping around. Sure, it was stressful trying to get the freelance gig going, but not nearly as stressful as dealing with my boss’ craziness.

And now….

The twitch is back. Not as severe as before, but it’s back.

Recently, I had an encounter within my department which pushed all my buttons. I believe this incident was condescending and revolved around a bit of racist microaggression on which, if I had called the person on it, I would have been given some crap about how I was misinterpreting what this person was saying and being too sensitive. But you know how it is: when something gives you a sick feeling in your stomach and you can feel the heat rising to your face, that’s a pretty good sign that you’re not misinterpreting a damn thing.

Hence, the twitch.  I don’t have the financial cushion I had back then when the twitch made its first appearance, and quitting is not an option. Freelancing is also not an option, since that’s what Sweet Dub is doing. For now, one of us needs a full-time job so we can have some crappy health insurance that we’re paying too much for.

Without getting into details, this recent incident is not the only reason I am unhappy with my current position. So, I’ve updated my resume, and I’m determined to just grit my teeth and bear this until I can work out where I want to go next. My boss is happy with my performance (I got a glowing six-month review), the job pays well, it keeps food on the table and a roof over our head.

Sometimes you just gotta suck it up. Either that or start drinking heavily. And I don't think I'm cut out for that.


Bridget said...

A good friend of mine has a favorite Steve Martin quote, "Some people have a way with words. Others not have way."
You girl, have way. You have perfectly described a situation(s) that lead to those twitches.

I hate to admit this on the Interwebs but I've recently developed a bunch of them. It started with the eye one and now it's all over. Since I also have to suck it up for the time being, I'm going in to the acupuncture guy this week to make sure it's not something horrible.

I hope things turn around for you soon. That stomach churning feeling is always right on the money. No one should have to deal with that *bleep.*

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Thanks, Bridget! Yikes, I can't believe the same thing is happening to you...if you get a chance, let me know what the acupuncturist says!

Bridget said...

Twitch Update:

(Okay, just typing that made me laugh).

According to Oprah (Oct. 2012, and she knows everything right?) the reason for these is a mystery but "doctors point to the holy trinity of stress, fatigue, and caffeine." Remedy: less of all three. See a Doctor if... other parts of your face start twitching. Could be calcium deficiency or something nasty like Parkinson's. I think mine is the basic trinity stuff and possibly lack of calcium. I'll let you know what the acupuncturist says (still waiting on that appt.)

Bridget said...

Hi again, Lisa. Contact me via email and I can reiterate what the acupunturist/nutritionist suggested. It's not a lot but more than a "comment" section would like to handle.

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Hey Bridget! I tried to click on your name and write you an email but it just took me to an "about me" page with no email address. I'll try you on your blog. :)