There’s a large empty cardboard box on my desk at the Space Station. I wonder if they’re eager to get rid of me? Heh. At any rate, I’m playing along and packing up my desk. Heaven forbid the station have any kind personality – once I’m gone, not a single desk will have any pictures or toys or anything that is not a computer. I suppose it makes perfect business sense though; nothing says “we’re an internet software company” like a bleak and sterile work environment.

The box really bothers me, though. Yes, at the moment I’m hormonal and over-sensitive, but it all just feels like a huge slap in the face. It’s been fun, guys. See you on the flip side – sucks for you that I’m not actually leaving and just working from home, but you know. Take your joy where you can find it.

Am I ever going to find a place where I’m an appreciated, valued member of the team? This place started out so well, and quickly went to shit. I routinely get in trouble for trying to do my job – for example, the VP is pissed at me for “yelling” at him, except I wasn’t so much yelling as I was trying to get his attention to ask him not to hold his extremely loud conversation with Talkie Guy right in front of my desk while I was on the phone with a client. I’m just so disheartened by it all – in addition to the big cardboard hint on my desk, I found that I’ve been removed from all the pertinent email accounts that I use for my job. It honestly doesn’t feel so much like I’m being moved to other work as it does I’m being REmoved. It’s not a good feeling.

Back to packing, then.