After a hellish week at work, I am written out sick. Diagnosis is Z73 G- or burnout/stress.
I´ve been working (and working, and working) from 5am- 8/9 for months….and I am still losing my job. This week especially was stressful. REALLY stressful.
I knew it would be, and put together a list of items that needed to get done this week and requested a meeting to prioritize with my boss. Monday at 12 it was.
By that time, since I worked a good ten hours on the weekend, several items were taken off the list. Do I get a thank you? No. I got yelled at. Told that my problem is that I can´t prioritize (which was actually the reason for the meeting, I requested help PRIORITIZING). I stated that I had been working crazy hours and was exhausted. I went through my sent emails- evidence I work those hours. The day I showed him (chosen at random) I had sent emails from 4:35am-8:56 pm. Pretty well alllllll day, too. That day I had 83 emails sent. We counted. He questioned WHY I work those hours.
My answer was simple. The employees I am responsible for are nine hours away. So I work in the morning to communicate with those still working from home at night, and that is my best chance to communicate with my dotted line boss in the States. I need to (his rule) be in the office from 10am-3pm, and really, at 3pm the East Coast starts sending me emails (benefits) and by 5/6- my “real” day starts.
Clearly a solution would be that I NOT go into the office an additional day (or two). Working from home Wednesdays saves my sanity. The extra three hours in my day due to not commuting are a DREAM. While it still sucks for my social life (I work at night)- I have time to go to the grocery store of my choosing- rather than one on my way home. I can cook. I can lift weights while on conference calls, or do my nails………………but no. Not even suggested.
I am learning A LOT in this job. And I love that! I actually really, really love my tasks/job function. I think it´s fun and interesting. The hours, however, are fucking killing me.
I got yelled at for everything on Monday. After putting in sooo many hours. Literally, everything. A prime example was spreadsheets. He asked me to open (my laptop projecting on the screen) the spreadsheet for annual salary increases. I did. I opened the main one. He yelled at me that I should never open that one, as I could type something by accident, and alter the data (never mind that excel would prompt me with “Do you want to save your changes?” in that instance). So he wanted me to open the supervisor specific spreadsheets. So, manager “Joe” has a spreadsheet with only the salary information of his employees. And Joe would have his own password for the spreadsheet.
I created those spreadsheets (and passwords) approximately a month ago. When I told my boss I needed a minute to look up the passwords- he lost it. Literally sent me away, telling me he doesn´t have time for this, that he has better things to do- and DIDN´T YOU CREATE THE PASSWORDS????? WHY DON´T YOU KNOW THEM????
Ummm, I had no reason to access those spreadsheets for weeks!! And, the spreadsheets were not on our agenda for our meeting (AT ALL!) and I had no reason to look them up prior.
At one point later in the meeting (after coming back- so part II of the meeting from hell)…..he stood up- stared at the floor, and just said “I´m so upset with you”.
The list of shit he is/was upset about is insane. I am just beyond words. It´s Performance Appraisal season. The managers have never used the new Company form. So, my dotted line boss asked me to put together a training session. I agreed. We would run two WebEx sessions. My boss? Said “Why would the US managers need training? It is a simple form. Our Managers here and around the world don´t get training”. So, I explained: It´s a new form to them, they need to identify hard and soft skills that are of value to the entire department, have not done that before…..and in the US, that is typical. An annual refresher on Performance Appraisals- reminders of common errrors (such as focusing on recent performance, rather than the entire year, for example), and that I thought it reasonable, and understood why it was being requested.
I got screamed at and told I “would NOT impose the culture of the United States on the Company”.
So, despite the fact that the VP in the US has identified a (legit in my mind) training need, and I am willing and able to assist (create and deliver the training)- I am forbidden. And made to feel an idiot for even thinking that was possible or a good idea. Further, the implication that I was somehow attempting to poison the Company with US culture- is just ludicrous.
I just broke down crying Monday night. Just broke down.
I KNOW I do a good job, and get an incredible amount of work done. I do. I am interested, and engaged in my work. I get personal satisfaction from it.
But even if he thinks I am incompetent (and he does, I think, with no idea how things in the US work as far as benefits, payroll, etc.). Knowing the hours I put in- a good manager would go “Poor beerandbratwurst, she tries sooooo hard”. Not scold me like a child.
I. just. broke. down. The stress is too much. I can take the hours, with appreciation. I can take the lack of appreciation without the long hours. I can handle a boss who treats me like an incompetent fool without the hours. I can´t take the hours (over 60 in the last week) and be belittled and made to feel incompetent at the same time. I´ve done it for six months. I just cracked.
I sat on the train on Monday, and it was a little late, I was seriously thinking of just fleeing- dreading that meeting. I knew how it would go……….poorly. I didn´t dream it would go as poorly as it did. But I was terrified. I kept reminding myself that the meeting wouldn´t physically hurt….just to get through the day………..to convince myself to go to work.
So, I went to the doctor. I showed him my Zeiterfassung. He wrote me out until April 10. Told me to completely disconnect. This is THE worst time for it. THE worst week for it. I am honestly super stressed that my co-workers don´t deserve this, and some things won´t be done well without me (NOT that I am some kind of HR God and nothing can be done without me- rather, these are in-process projects). That stresses me.
But I need a break. I worked on vacation, I work alll the time. The list of un-done things in the house is stressful, as I have no time. I have an IKEA schrank downstairs waiting to be put together…………it´s been there for months. I need to organize and get out my Spring clothes. I don´t have the time without being written out sick to do so….and that is stressful. It´s all stressful. I want to work out! I want to run! I want a normal job where I work normal hours, and occasionally, during times of workload stress, a lot of extra hours. NOT every day, all day, even weekends.
I slept twelve hours last night. TWELVE! I feel like a rockstar. I am ready to start my day with a workout, clean the house, wash all the blankets and bed linens, organize myself. I need to do some sort of handover of work, that I dread- but then I am FREE for over ten days! FREE!!!
I still carry the stress of abandoning ship during this super busy time, adn with a co-worker going out on maternity leave friday, and another on vacation- yet another just started march 8……………but I need to think of myself. I should have thought of myself this whole time. I didn´t. I dedicated my every waking hour to this job.
I NEEED this job, desperately. But I need a break.
My time off was my husband´s thought. He has seen me working these hours- when he wakes up to go to the bathroom at 5am, there I am at the laptop. When he goes to bed at 9pm, there I am on a conference call. He was there Monday when I broke the fuck down crying- out of frustration and out of exhaustion………..as well, the fact that I was belittled, despite my efforts.
Ideally, I will be refreshed and can start again April 10. We have the four day weekend for Easter, May has a few holidays, and then, if i save my vacation, i can leave the first week in June. Ideally I will have another job in line. 🙂