OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
Got called up to the Editor's office today. The Job Theif has quit, after less than a month. 'Do you still want the job?' they ask. 'It's 3K less than the one you've been offered, but it means you can stay...'
'That is precicely the point,' says I. 'You can stick your job, I'm bloody well leaving to work for somebody who's actually excited about having me on board and doesn't rate me 2nd best.'
I was more polite than that, but really, For Fuck's Sake. I could have cocking well told them that would happen. Job Theif might have a posh accent and a nice turn of phrase but she's got no fucking People Skills, which are vital to such an essentially Customer Service role. Am choosing to be amused rather than angered by this. Boss and Boss' Boss really want me to take it so I'll stay. 'Think of the petrol money', they say (new job only 20 odd minutes down the road), 'think of the perks' (err... no Chrimbo party, pay cut, recruitment freeze, admittedly up to a year's maternity but I have no current buns and anyway the maternity for the new job is good even for a newbie.)
'Talk it through with Hubby', they say, 'mull the offer over.' I phone Hubs & tell him. Hubs immediately responds with 'tell them to stick it.' I tell him I already did.
HOW ANNOYING!!!! I fretted for months over that bloody position and then as soon as I hand in my notice and commit to a new company it falls in my lap... Gah!
Definately not taking it. Definately getting out. They'd have to offer me more than New Job Salary for me even to consider it, and they can't afford to do that.
You snooze, you lose, people. You snooze, you lose.
New Version of Much Ado thenicht. A little dubious (Shakespeare without the language...? It all sounds rather GCSE to me. Kinda like giving somebody a Black Russian without the Tia Maria.) but will give it a whirl. I do love Beatrice & Benedict so. They're the Shakespearean E&D.
'That is precicely the point,' says I. 'You can stick your job, I'm bloody well leaving to work for somebody who's actually excited about having me on board and doesn't rate me 2nd best.'
I was more polite than that, but really, For Fuck's Sake. I could have cocking well told them that would happen. Job Theif might have a posh accent and a nice turn of phrase but she's got no fucking People Skills, which are vital to such an essentially Customer Service role. Am choosing to be amused rather than angered by this. Boss and Boss' Boss really want me to take it so I'll stay. 'Think of the petrol money', they say (new job only 20 odd minutes down the road), 'think of the perks' (err... no Chrimbo party, pay cut, recruitment freeze, admittedly up to a year's maternity but I have no current buns and anyway the maternity for the new job is good even for a newbie.)
'Talk it through with Hubby', they say, 'mull the offer over.' I phone Hubs & tell him. Hubs immediately responds with 'tell them to stick it.' I tell him I already did.
HOW ANNOYING!!!! I fretted for months over that bloody position and then as soon as I hand in my notice and commit to a new company it falls in my lap... Gah!
Definately not taking it. Definately getting out. They'd have to offer me more than New Job Salary for me even to consider it, and they can't afford to do that.
You snooze, you lose, people. You snooze, you lose.
New Version of Much Ado thenicht. A little dubious (Shakespeare without the language...? It all sounds rather GCSE to me. Kinda like giving somebody a Black Russian without the Tia Maria.) but will give it a whirl. I do love Beatrice & Benedict so. They're the Shakespearean E&D.