I sat through a meeting yesterday about how we’re being forced to come back to the office every day starting next week. And our executive director couldn’t even be bothered to stay for the entire meeting after dropping that bomb on us….but we got shitty pizza!
And the really upsetting part is that he didn’t even actually say we had to come back. He sort of implied it . Which meant that no one questioned it at the time because we didn’t understand what he was telling us at first.
And later everyone was like ’do they think we’re stupid? Music and pizza are not making up for this.’
I’m really trying not to fall apart. I won’t see my husband or my baby most of the time. I hate it here. 🤬
(I’ve already told my manager that I can’t come back next week. I need time to arrange childcare. And secretly find a new job. Because they don’t pay enough to have me in this office every damn day.)