Today I went on a tear here in my cubicle. I did a bunch of filing, cleared a lot of folders, and basically got stuff done. I’ve decided that if Mr. BIL can’t be organized, at least I can be. This weekend when I come in to work I’ll work on will be organized. I tried once again to file some stuff that I’ve had since I started working here, and when I couldn’t find the client folders, I set them aside. When I was done, all of that stuff (a stack about 3 inches high) went into an expando and into my file cabinet. I’m sick of looking at it. I have another 2 inches of files that I KNOW where the two client files are, but the clients have about 12 different cases between the two of them and I’m not sure where in those 12 cases this stuff should go. So I’ve set that aside in the hopes that this weekend when I’m done with the stuff Mr. BIL is having me come in for, I can find all the client folders and just start reading until I find the right place. That’ll take my filing stack down to a healthy 2 inches high, mostly of things that I don’t know WHERE to file.
I’ve also decided I’m not going to take “no” for an answer anymore. When he pushes me off because he doesn’t want to take 5 minutes of time to give me the answers I need, I’m going to tell him, “If you’d just take the 5 minutes now, I can save you 30 minutes next week when you freak out because it hasn’t moved forward.”
I did talk to our HR person today and vented a bit about what has been going on. One good thing about her sitting in the office just next to Mr. BIL is that she can see what my days are like. In that regard, it helped because she has seen how out of whack it has been the past three weeks. I was completely honest with her and told her that while I *LOVE* my job, the people I work with, and especially love working for Mr. BIL, after last night I went home and told Denis that I may quit in the future. The HR lady got this wild look in her eye like “DON’T QUIT!” and I assured her that I wasn’t going anywhere, but that if days like yesterday become a habit, my morale will deflate quickly. She said she understood and appreciated my openness and candor.
He came back from his hearing about an hour ago, and I have yet to talk to him and I NEED to. He came out of his office a moment ago and I started to tell him some important messages, and he blew me off, told me to look out for a call he was expecting, and then went back into his office. How I’ll handle THAT I don’t know. I’m about to get up and just go in there and say, “LISTEN TO ME! I’M IMPORTANT! I HAVE STUFF YOU NEED TO DEAL WITH NOW!!!”
*sigh*
No I won’t.