i don't even know what to write at this point, other than how elated i am that the past week has been one shitstorm after another. no, really. i am. seriously. in all honestly. i have zilch in the way of reasons to stay at this job. the having-my-own-office-thing was what's kept me here since last summer, i think. and now that they're taking that away, why not get out of here?

oh, there are other reasons as well. it seems every day since the end of last week has contained at least one unsavory revelation about the work i do and/or the people i work with. let's see. i found out monday that the coworker who was hired eight months after me started at a salary $11K higher than mine. when i got hired here last winter, i asked for more money than the (laughable) salary i was offered -- which, by the way, is about $8K less than entry-level average for this industry. i was told that everyone here started at that same (laughable) salary, and that i would start there just as the coworkers who'd been on the job decades longer than me, just as all future hires. needing a job and having no other outlets, i accepted. what else could i do? i had bills. still do. point is, i was lied to because this company is run by cheap assholes.

two employees who'd been here between three and seven years quit last summer. even with their salaries put back into the company, i only saw a (measly) $2K raise, and that was after i more or less threatened to quit. and that was before this $11K-better coworker was hired. so, apparently, the company had the money to increase my paycheck, but i wasn't worth it. shit, i can work in the retail world and make as much as i make here. maybe even more. and it'll be less hectic and more flexible in terms of schedule and less responsibility-laden and more fun.

but wait. there's more ...

yesterday, i learned that this coworker who was hired eight months after me is retaining her own office after we rezone, while i will still be sharing an office with the vice-president. it makes sense, really. after my (measly) raise, she does make $9K more than me. argh.

but here's the fun part. they don't know that i know she makes that much more than me, which, given the everybody-hires-at-the-same-salary-speech i got well over a year ago, i can use to my advantage. i could walk into my boss' office and say, "gee, i don't understand how she gets her own office after the rezoning. i mean, i've been here eight months longer than she has, and, with my $2K raise, i make more than she does. you know, what with the whole everybody-starting-at-the-same-salary thing."

god. i mean, i knew this place was bad. but this bad? no clue. i thought it was just kind of icky. but we're talking about circle-of-hell bad. bad like sliding down a razor blade and landing in a pool of lemon juice. so bad that the eskimos have about 79 words for it. as bad as, if not worse than, the stench created by a run-over skunk on a 108º day. so far beyond the typical level of bad that the light from the typical level of bad will tape 10 billion years to reach it.

did i mention that this place is bad?