Writing direct to tumblr. My old friend. Don’t want this to be seen by anyone irl.
I had an interview today, for a really fucking well paid job. I clearly looked good on paper (in my application), however I failed to get through to the third interview stage.
They phoned me at the end of today to tell me I wasn’t successful. What kind of sick fuck phones someone to tell them that?! The full is - if you’ve failed you get an email, if you’re successful you get a phone call. So when the phone rang my heart was in my mouth with anticipation. The guy broke the news and my whole world crashed around me, crushing me in the process.
Dom think’s I’m overreacting… but I have literally just fucked the biggest opportunity of my entire life. The perfect job that would have solved all of my problems. I should have known it was to good to turn out for me. Who did I think I was in the first place applying for such a high salaried job?! It was a permanent position too. It would have made my life.
My current job is working for a failing charity running a department with only half the fucking frontline team, because senior management think it’s okay to fuck with my service by seconding my team members without consulting me first?! The charity is falling apart due to incompetence in senior roles and corruption largely driven by office politics. I want out.
This job was my ticket outta there. Ffs, I can’t stop crying. I’m completely screwed. I can’t even have a breakdown because Dom is under enough pressure finishing his PhD thesis, and they’ve put me on a fucking sickness review and extended my probationary period.
I think I’m going to whistle blow everything. There are a few main culprits, and they need to be held accountable for their fucked update morals and their abuse of power within the organisation.
No more miss nice guy!
