I. Am. Not. Amused. At. All.
You can be sure that I am not a happy camper. I mean, not a peep from those in the godforsaken company since the 15th, which is supposed to be pay day. So, what now? Pray tell.
I have signed myself for their Christmas party thing, which is lucky they invite us. Wow, I never thought I will see this day. *Roll eyes* I signed myself up so that I can have this chance to get things over and done with. At least, when you are face to face with those people, you can ask them and get the answers, or at least some sort of confirmation.
Why are they doing this to us anyway!? Any remote fondness I have of them is now passe. You are kidding me if you thought that I will be like a good little dog to go running back.
Like I said over and over again, if not for that project in which I have to interview an entrepreneur, I wouldn't have bother that much. No pay? I'll just let the liaison officer handle it. No appraisal? Tell the liaison officer.
Just because I have this little bright spot I have to erase, I have to grit my teeth to bear with this kind of nonsense. Now I know how those salespeople feel when people bang the door on their faces. How rude, just because you are "high and mighty".
I don't know, I can keep trying, but that just shows how desperate I am and I hate that feeling. I suppose I can look for a back-up, but who? Who is an entrepreneur, whom I know of?
Time will tell, for now, I am looking at this issue from all kinds of angles, thinking of different problems that could arise and how to solve them.
Tis the season to be jolly? You bet. Not.
