Two years ago there was nothing I hated more in life than my job. Things turned around right after the 4th of July holiday. It wasn’t easy, there was a lot of change and hard work, but it seemed to be paying off.
And this week it all went straight back to hell.
First came the barely over 3% annual raise, the smallest in my time at this company. Especially galling having just wrapped up a collection of projects representing my department’s largest effort to date. That many others in the department worked equally hard and got equally shafted is little consolation.
Then I find that I will not be getting promoted to the next level. It’s not that I don’t do my job exceptionally well. No. I have a perception problem with other departments. My manager openly admits that the perception doesn’t match reality, but, that is his excuse and he is sticking to it.
Not that it matters anyways. He wants to implement a new reporting structure for the department and when the next opportunity for advancement comes it will require working out of a different location that I have no interest in moving to. There’s a long history of location politics working against the location that we work out of but this is the first time that I know of that the bias has originated here.
The icing on the cake is that there were recently openings in other departments that I was interested in but had not applied for out of respect for my manager and the expectation of advancement within my own department. Those opening have now been filled.
To recap: My job suddenly turned into a dead-end. I got the “inflation raise” that I don’t even think covers the rise in fuel prices over the past year. I am more disgruntled than I ever thought possible. And I really want to strangle my boss for sinking to new levels of douchebaggery.
I’ve never felt so thoroughly fucked.
