Fuckity fuck fuck fuck

That's right, it hasn't been a very good day. First day back at work after a month to find out that we've been restructured out of the unit we have been in for 6 years, moved back down the organisational structure, moving to shitty office space and my problem admin has been terminated.

I heard the rumours last week of course and spent 2 precious days stressing about it. But as change is a constant where I work I figured as long as I could understand the rationale behind it I'd do my best to get on board. So at this mornings team leader meeting I figured I would be properly informed. Nope, just told. Can I ask any questions? Nope just suck it up. I had to leave the meeting prematurely when they started discussing how best to use the floor space that will be available before we've even gone. For some reason this really offended me. I actually stood and said out loud "So that's all we are now - just empty floor space?"

So my acting boss comes out after basically demanding I meet with him then and there. He actually stood over me in front of all the other staff berating me with stuff like "you just want someone to blame!" No, I just want to understand what this means for me and the remaining staff. And of course I cried. During my many years of employment I have chosen to never EVER cry at work. Basically because it is work - not life, and I choose to save my tears for pains that really hurt. This acting boss made me cry last month and again this month - after 4 weeks of blissful holidays! I want to trust him then it becomes evident I can't, and I feel so let down.  But boo hoo no more from me!

Not one of the incumbent staff were consulted and we are the only people being moved out and I smell something very fishy. As the day wore on that seafood odour just got more and more pungent. I wont detail what I know here as I am gathering it as damning evidence at my meeting with him and my union rep this Thursday. If he wants to give me unecessary stress then I'll give him a fucking ulcer back.

Aside from that it was the first day since the Dog Listener was here that DM and I have both been at work, leaving the dogs alone. Stussy made the best of it - the old lounge is out the back still waiting to be dumped. So she decided to help by shredding a few of the seats single handedly! That's my girl!