Back to bad dreams again

So…this last week I was working on a post about how my work isn’t so bad after all. And then Thursday happened. My favorite person at work was unceremoniously let go because her manager told HR a boldfaced lie about her performance. What’s worse, HR didn’t even bother to look into whether or not he was telling the truth, but chose to just fire a great employee who was a damn sight more productive than her predecessor or the manager.

As a result, it’s back to my bad dreams and daydreams about work—the bad dreams of working with literary villains like Ms. Trunchbull and the daydreams mostly of me voicing my real opinions, throwing staplers and trashing cubicles for emphasis.

Last night, I cried myself to sleep at the thought of coming back here. I think I was crying not so much out of concern for my coworker—she’s a bright girl, a hard worker, and she’ll be better off working for a manager who appreciates her talents. I think it was more tears of frustration with my work performing yet another injustice and me having to try to pick up the pieces again.

So this month, Ryan and I are going to the temple to try and figure out if now is a good time for me to start applying for a position with another company. And while this might not sound like much, it’s a good deal more than I’ve done after past blows from my work.