There are some days at work where it takes every last ounce of my willpower to not submit my resignation on the spot. Today was one of those days. They announced earlier this week that my work group was being moved from our current location to another floor in the building. This could be good news since my current office has no access to outdoor light so I'm dying a slow death of Vitamin D deprivation, but I had an ominous feeling. As it turns out, I was right to be wary.
We are being moved to centralize the work area of the employees under the same executive after a revamp of the org chart. Twenty-seven people are being moved into the same office area. Twenty-six of these people are moving into single occupancy offices. One of these people is moving into a small cube next to the door to the parking garage which is arranged in such a way that everyone who walks by will be able to stare at this person's work screen. I'll bet you'll never guess who gets the cube?
How is it that I, with over eight years in seniority here, ended up getting the cube? Well I feel extra appreciated, let me tell you. Do they want me to quit? It sure feels like a slap in the face. But at my mid-year performance review in October, I was doing great! What gives? Sometimes I hate this place.
So on Monday, I will request to speak with the boss-boss for an explanation. He will give me some BS answer. And I will have to resist telling him exactly what I think. The lack of ten thousand dollars is the only thing holding me to this job right now. The Only Thing.
Take this job and shove it.