"I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then." Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
Most days at work at my current employer, I feel like I am Alice and that I have fallen down the rabbit hole. I sit down at my desk and wonder what alternate universe I have been dropped in. I wonder what the name of my episode of The Twilight Zone is? I sit, quietly waiting for someone to come around the corner and tell me this was all just a really bad reality tv show, except that hasn't happened.
What happened, is that I was fired today. It doesn't matter that I was turning in my two weeks notice. He beat me to the punch, took the wind out of my sail.
I got to work early. I was dropped off as my car has died again. Boss #1 walked into my office and I said, "Good morning!" He said, "your employment is being terminated."
Well if that don't just beat all. (Snort & head shake) I didn't see that coming this morning. I have a busy week full of appointments. Okay, then, roll with this, RIGHT?! He asked if I needed a box. I replied, "no." Then I told him I needed to text Jason to come get me as I had been dropped off. He asked if I needed him to take me somewhere. I replied, "no."
Turns out I did need the box. I had settled into my space. I gathered my stuff. He collected my keys. I wondered if I should explain the stuff on my desk and my appointments. Then it dawned on my that I have been in his shoes far too many times. He already has access to all of my stuff. It will all be fine.
I picked up my box and headed out the door past both of my co-workers who were just getting to work. I made it to the parking lot, sat my box down and started texting Jason to get back here asap. Standing in the parking lot with your box of shit sucks. Waiting to be picked up sucks even worse.
I came home and got to tell my kids why I was returning so damn early and why I as crying. They were super sweet and reminded me that I am super smart and will find a new job. Interesting is that both of them said they were happy I wouldn't be getting yelled at anymore. Amen, sweet children, Mommy is tired of that too.
4 months ago I ran the daily operations of a property management office. I took payments, applied payments, paid the vendors, paid the owners, answered questions about available rental properties, took applications, reviewed applications, selected good prospects, typed up the lease, walked through the lease with the tenants and put their information into the computer system. I checked who hadn't paid rent and applied fees and created the legal demand letters and sometimes posted them. I did annual inspections and typed up renewal leases. I ran the maintenance for 180 properties. Took the calls & emails for maintenance issues, selected the appropriate vendor and sent the work order. I then received an estimate, copied it to the owner, had it approved and then called the vendor and authorized the work to be completed. I spoke with the vendors every couple of days to make sure nothing fell through the cracks, which things do when you run this big of operation. Then I would receive billing, get it into the system and scanned into the software so the owner's could see it and so we had it saved for eternity. I had 80 owners all over the United States. I had ulcers up every inch of my 6 foot colon from carrying the stress.
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all made here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat "or you wouldn't have come here."
I don't want to be "mad" anymore. Theresa & I just had a huge long planning session on me setting boundaries for how I will be treated at work and what would be unacceptable behavior from my employer. I didn't get to use any of my big girl plans. I didn't get to hand them my official two weeks notice.
This story of the past 4 months is so bizarre that I don't know where to begin.
I started putting out resumes at the beginning of the year because the company I worked for was closing it's doors. No more job for me after working my ass off for almost 3 years. I was terrified of ending up right here, unemployed. Life is a funny.
Out of all of my searching & applying I did, I had one actual interview (other than this job I lost today), over the phone for a company that requires a testament of faith, which I provided. What they really want is the name of the church you attend, that I cannot provide. Then I saw an opportunity to jump to a neighboring property management company. It wasn't ideal, as they have been through two other managers in the 2 years but the owner is a very smart and they have the bank to pay their bills. I knew he was a womanizing relic, but had no clue he was verbally abusive and so mean. Boss #1 is the President and his step-son the Vice President or Boss #2. I am sending out good thoughts for Boss #2 that he doesn't suffer my fate trying to stay two steps ahead of his problem child.
I am grateful they fired me. I wouldn't have left. The pattern I know is to stay, tough it out, not give up. I am learning that when you work with crazy, there will be no success, and very little joy. Employers, much like husbands, don't change.
It is easy to forget how nasty it can be to work for small business. There is no HR department to go speak to. There is no formal complaint process. Fuck, there is no complaint process. Pointing out inconsistencies or errors your boss's make still gets your ass fired. They seem to be most at ease when it is just the two of them screwing shit up. Crazy ass fiefdom & royal court bullshit daily. Never sure what brand of hot mess or crazy was going to walk through my door and insult and belittle me in front of my co-workers. Not in all of my working days have I been spoken to so cruelly. My ex husband spoke nicer to me during our marriage than my employer spoke to me.
On it's best days property management is a hard business. Add a touch of crazy old bastard & a dash of high strung second in command hoping he inherits the business and well let's just say I have done a great deal of crying and losing sleep over this job.
Every day there was another twist, wrinkle or item that hadn't been handled like they wanted it handled. Yet they didn't have much in place in the way of streamlining. I showed them my old lease which was one document that contained everything. Each person gets the same document, no exception. Cross out the items that don't apply. Cuts down on human errors. Standardized forms for declining applicants, security deposits with balance being returned or security deposits with balance due. Days were spent creating letters that were then sent for review. Only to be edited and changed. Just create a draft Mr. I have been doing this for 15 years. Streamline your damn process. Stop making me jump through flaming hoops to crank out form letters.
It took me 17 years and the brief stupid attention of another man to force me to find the courage to leave my abusive, dead, loveless marriage. I think deep down this is the devil I know. I am glad my hand was forced.That being said, fuck, I have to find a new job. I have two children to support and little chance for receiving more than $180 in child support.
This is a blessing in disguise for sure, just a painful, scary, expensive blessing. Never in a million years would I have ever imagined that I would get fired. Not one bad review, ever~until I made a deal with the devil I thought I knew.
Day 1 of unemployment I applied for 5 jobs. Tomorrow I head to the unemployment office to figure out if I can qualify for unemployment and how hard I will have to fight since they feel they have cause to let me go. So much to learn.