What I want to say to my bosses but can't.
MD - My respect for you has died. Totally and completely. This project of yours has been on the radar for over a year now. You KNEW it was important, but you let incompetent so-and-so's deal with it. Did you know that in our section we joke about the company being last-minute-dot-com? It was your lack of management, poor planning (read: no planning) that got us all into this mess in the first place.
Last week me and the other girl stayed until 10.30pm to get your stuff done. But that was just the start of it. This week was H**L and YOU were off in London and haven't the faintest idea of what's going on.
Monday morning. I did NOT need 3 directors telling me we had to 'drop everything' and work exclusively on this project, thereby leaving other people in the lurch with their stuff left untouched. I knew it was urgent, I knew what was at stake, so having everyone call me to tell me so was a bit over the top.
Monday evening...I knew we would be late. I didn't expect the other girls to have to stay until 1.30AM. But our direct boss told me to arrange taxis for them, and that they could come to work 'whenever they could' the next morning. So when they came in at noon, no one batted an eye.
Did you know that I stayed the entire night working without a break? That's right. 9.00am Monday morning and it was 7.00am before I managed a tiny break. And that was to run to the store to get toiletries so I could freshen up before work really started. That's right. I DIDN'T GO HOME. I worked an entire day, an entire night and another DAY. 33 hours straight. 33 HOURS. All to pull YOUR BUTT out of the fire. I logged 70 hours in 5 days.
And I did this...KNOWING I wasn't getting paid for it. Oh...and have fun billing the client. *sarcasm*
And after all this. After working until I was shaking with exhaustion, unable to sleep for sheer stress, unable to eat properly and practically living at the office...Not a peep from you. Not a thank you, or a 'I appreciate what you've done'. Seriously...is 'thank you' that hard to say?
Respect. You've lost mine.
DB - You are a rotten scoundrel. How dare you complain to me that work isn't getting done when you called me to tell me yourself that we all had to drop everything to work on this project. When you came to work on Tuesday morning and learned I hadn't even gone HOME all you did was shake your head. You gave the other girls time off, told them they could come in 'whenever they could'. You could have at LEAST given me an hour to go home, shower and change. But no, I had to work a day wearing the same clothes and literally living off caffeine. And you SAW me shaking so hard I could barely hold a piece of paper. You'll want to remember how badly you need me in the office the next time you talk to me about 'how bad it is' and cutbacks and layoffs.
You want to know what the worst part is? Monday night..when I should have been home at a decent time? Monday night is when I put the garbage out so that on Tuesday morning it gets collected. So. Guess what. I couldn't put it out and now I've had to live an entire week with a bag of garbage in my apartment because there is no where else to put it. I'd like to see you make your wife live in a house with a two-week old bag of rubbish laying around.
You suck. You all suck and I am appalled and ashamed to be wasting my talent, ethics and drive on you and the company.
Respect. You don't have it anymore.
Me. You won't have me much longer either.
Signed, deeply disgruntled employee