Clara Clara's Little Place

It has been a while since last time I wrote something about my life.
There were so many things going on in my life and my work.

In the middle of August, the company moved from Surrey to Langley.
I felt like I had been treated like a slave.
I packed my office, my supervisor's office, Karel's office.
Karel was away for her honey moon. And she didn't have lots of stuff.
I don't mind packing stuff for her.

But my supervisor.....hmmmm....hmmm.......
She knew she was going to an auction.
But she could've come in earlier and helped packing.
Instead, she came in late, and chatted around, had coffee with people.

I was all alone, packing.

After she took off, around an hour, she called back to the office, and asked me to
find out the status of auction consultants' credit cards.
Didn't she have any idea how many credit cards we have for all the auction consultants?
PLUS...I'd already packed them in the boxes.
God knew where I packed them.
In the middle of packing, I had to drop everything I was working on and finding her the current status of credit cards she required to know.

Why didn't she ask that before she left for auction??

Then, we moved.
In the new office, I thought things would be different.
At least the atmosphere would be different.

I was wrong.

One day, she came to me and gave me a list of things to do.
After she gave me the list, she turned and asked one of my co-workers to go shopping with her.

How nice was that?!!

Since we moved, I overworked everyday.
Until mom and dad literally asked me to stop staying late.

I started bickering about my supervisor.
I really don't think I should be treated like this.
I worked very hard and never slacked off.
I don't deserve to be treated like this.

Then, I became CARELESS.
Not like I didn't do my work and slack off.
I still worked very hard to achieve daily tasks.
I still tried my very best to meet my supervisor's requirements.

But I am careless for her emotions and her way of talking to me.

I know I had enough of this attitude.
I know it must come to an end someday.
I am only tolerating everything just because I am waiting for a proper timing to finally do it.
Quit.

I will definitely quit my job one day.
But I need to be patient.
I know I need to.

In the past few months, I had been through a lots.

Co-workers come and go.
Karel left last Friday because she couldn't tolerate any longer.
So she left.
I knew she would leave.
Not a lot of people could stand the environment and the working condition for long.
I think, I can award myself for staying so long.

Martine left in the beginning of September because Carl failed to give her what she wants.
Karel left on October 12 because she decided this job isn't worthy.
Yesterday, Carl let go of Deborah because Carl decided to cut back.

Within 2 months, 3 people left in this office.
Not to mention about New York and Georgia warehouses.

I am kinda sad about the whole situation.

Jessica was all worrying about she might be the next.

The first floor is just down.
Sadness sinks in.
People get all worry.

Cut back = downsizing.

Gets people all worry.

But I don't.

I am just looking for a timing.