I wrote a poem today (below). I'm trying to decide if I want to share it on Facebook or not. I've limited my use of Facebook as far as in-depth, deep emotional things ... I'd rather write about them here (or privately) than scribble a few inconspicuous lines on FB. I don't know. I'll use the day to think about it.

Even though I've been away from work for almost 5 months now, nothing has changed at this place. They're still trying to make two or three people doing 5 jobs, while others just sit around twiddling their thumbs.
My supervisor had said she was going to chat with HR while I was away because of how unhappy I was with the current situation (helping out a different department, even though I work for MY boss--the other dept head was driving me bonkers).

Well, initially it looked good. It seemed like HR was definitely behind keeping me as close to my job description/title and getting a new person hired for the other department to assist.

I come back to work this week and finally met up with HR yesterday afternoon. Not only am I still working for that department, BUT they tried to ADD duties to my already doing work load. Also, part of the arrangement my boss was going to use to get them to agree to 'letting me go' from the other department, is that she would let go of HER part-time (25hrs a week) assistant, so that they could hire one for the other department, and I would take on the work of her assistant.

So, they DID get rid of her assistant... ARE taking the 25 hours for the other department... BUT are allocating them in a different manner/use.

Are you for fucking-serious right now? I almost blew a gasket. But, I just sat there and said, "Look. I already do a lot for that department and now, because you got rid of that 25 hour position, I'll be taking on ALL that work that THAT person did ... I really CANNOT take on the 'extra' from the other department that I'm already supposed to only be helping out with."

Seriously? How is my luck this bad? I really don't understand how they can continue to just blatantly take advantage of me like this and NOT even consider giving me more on the raise (everyone here gets the same % raise wise).

I spoke calmly, stated my thoughts on the extra shit and she said she'd work on getting them added to whoever the 'new person' will be. Then today I spoke to my supervisor who is beyond pissed off at how it all turned out, and it almost seems like shes NOT my supervisor and somehow the other dept head is running the show. I mean ... What the eff?

Whatever. Life is SO short. I really dont want to dwell on this, so now that I've vented, I'm moving on with life and just taking it as it comes. Some day ... maybe I'll actually be THANKED for what I do. Who knows.

Now that I've gotten that off my chest, here's the poem I wrote. It's definitely a draft (as I already changed a couple of things twice since starting this post).

My dad is living up in heaven now
Patiently watching over me
With every breath I take
My heart aches to see
Another smile across his face
More moments in his grace

Each day gets harder without him
But I keep trying to be
The daughter that he raised
A girl who’s truly free
To be someone he’s proud of
Someone he can continue to love

My father will always be my hero
A lifetime of memories for my heart to keep
An angel with enormous white wings
Who will still visit me in my sleep
I wish I’d said ‘I love you’ more
And for that my heart will always be sore

As I talk with you each night
I’m sorry I often break at the seam
I just wish I had one more day
To hug you, kiss you, and scream

I love you, I love you, I love you
Forever and an eternity
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
Forever and an eternity