It is no secret that I really dislike my day job. I won’t say I out and out hate it because I’ve had jobs that were way worse. But this particular job is incredibly stressful. Actually, no, that’s not accurate either. It’s my boss that’s incredibly stressful. She has a reputation around the office for being the most difficult person up there to work for, and I can say after 2 years with her, that reputation is well-earned. I definitely earn my paycheck.
I already talked briefly about the hell week I just had at the EDJ. Well, Friday morning (before I descended to the final level of hell), she told me she’d be working this weekend and would probably be calling me on Saturday (as she will be out of town all next week–thank God). I told her flat out that she wouldn’t catch me because I wasn’t going to be near a phone.
Well yesterday I was outside most of the day getting 2 truckloads of dirt for my raised veggie bed (I finally got my garden planted! Yay!). She did call around 3:30. I didn’t answer because–hey, busy moving shit ton of dirt by myself–but when I checked my voicemail she was having a fit because apparently the tech people have upgraded her to Office 2007, and she couldn’t find anything and could I call her back and help. For the love of God. First off, tech support is no where in my job description. I answer constant idiot computer questions during the week, but I sure as hell am not paid enough to be her on-call tech support. So I didn’t call her back. She called again twice more at 9 last night, and again I didn’t answer because it is the freaking weekend, and she has no hold over me until 8 AM Monday morning. Checked my voicemail this morning, and she’s about two steps away from irate because she didn’t get what she needed to get finished finished (and this is my responsibility how?) and to call her back so she could talk to me about what she needs me to do next week. Sure I will. Next week. Not during my weekends, which are off limits to you.
When I talk to her on Monday, I plan to tell her that I went to a movie Friday night and turned my phone off and forgot to turn it back on. Which isn’t true but is sufficiently something I would do (ask my friends and family) that it’s totally believable. I figure a little white lie is more polite than reeming my boss for being rude, invasive, unreasonable, and generally annoying.
She seems to be under some illusion that we have a personal relationship outside the workplace, and we just don’t. I am not passionate about her area of research. Frankly, it bores me. And I don’t want to have anything to do with work after work. Not only because it bores me but because I’ve got those OTHER jobs that take precidence at 5:01. She really has no concept of appropriate boundaries or how to say no, so when I say no (which I have no problem doing) she gets all offended. Honestly, it reminds me of my mother.
I’m going to continue to hide and go finish the freelance copy editing I’m working on.