I'm over it. I've been lurking here for a while and decided it's time to call it quits with my job. I thought I got lucky, I thought I had finally found the good one, the answer to what the question of what fuck I've been doing with myself, but I was wrong. And today, I'm going to quit.
Yesterday I had a pretty big issue. I went to service a piece of equipment, and let them know that had X not happened at Y time in the order it was currently happening in, a catastrophe up to and including loss of life could occure. They didn't have the authority to make that call to prevent damage and the loss of life , so I asked to speak to whoever was in charge. As I was explaining what was in danger of immediately happening if they didn't correct the issue on their end, it happened. A nice pop. Luckily, just magic tech wizard smoke came out of the newly transmogged fog machine, but I was able to get everything recovered and back into service.
I got that motherfucker up and running after everyone witnessed what they thought was bullshit turn into facts before their very eyes.
I go on lunch, and I go back to the office. There's a new job on our list “DO NOT SEND XXXXXXXXX, ISSUE IS STILL PRESENT”
Turns out nothing changed after I left and they went back to doing it how they were doing it before I got there and blew that bitch back up. And it was somehow my fault, after leaving detailed instructions and detailed notes on the order.
So yeah, aside from glaring issues such as nepotism, gifting of fleet vehicles to family outside the needs of their position…or fleet order, breaking policy that would get someone fired on the spot, etc, I'm just done.
Fuck'm.
Fleet vehicle is going to be locked with my wiped work phone and wiped laptop on it. The password will be texted to my closest coworker, who will unlock it when he turns his phone on after he clocks in.
I was offered a new position yesterday after work, making several dollars more on the hour, at least salary equivalent.
I'm out.