September 2, 2003
The Shit
OK. So I get in to work this morning after a five-day absence. I didn't expect fanfare or hugs and kisses, but I didn't expect the cold shoulder routine either. I asked what was going on, you know "please give me an update" kind of thing, and they just looked at me like I was asking for the moon, like who did I think I was just then? Oh, could it have been the e-mail I sent out informing them that I would be reducing my work hours because gas is so incredibly expensive right now, and since you all aren't paying me, I can't afford to buy gas when I run out, so I'm going to work from home instead? Maybe. It's like I'm the red-headed stepchild at the family reunion. No one wants to talk to me. God, not the redhead. I feel like I'm in fucking high school again. No one talked to me then. At least now I thought these people were more adult than that. Apparently not.
So my decision to leave them is made all the more easy. They're going on and on about their VC meetings and their potential new clients and contracts, like that's going to bail them out and make them solvent again. I'm not trying to be a pessimist. I've stayed as long as they have, and I tried to maintain a positive attitude about all of this. It's not easy when bills come due and the bank is empty, you know? I've got to take care of myself, and they aren't helping me. If things were different, I would stay here and make the thing work. But I can't work for free. And what's worse is that they expect me to, and they wonder why I can't. I'm so angry I could spit nails right now. Or break things. Or scream my fucking head off.
On a lighter note, I changed my hosting service over the long weekend. I found a more blog-friendly host (who was considerably cheaper with more amenities than my previous host), and migrated. I hit a few bumps, not like I expected it to be perfect considering my technical skill level, but they all worked out OK. They are Blogomania if you're interested.
That's all for now.
