I’m in an abusive relationship…with my job.

I’m in a peculiar place in my current position. My primary role was taken away from me about 3 months ago and some shadowy, quasi-related to what my title suggests role has taken its place. I spent an extraordinary amount of time online (I’m in the business), but more than 60% of that time is used for fucking off. The amount of work that I have accounts for less than 40% of the time that they pay me to be here. We’ve had quite a few rounds of layoffs and I manage to eke by each time, much to my dismay.  You would think that since my work is so little and (in my opinion) not very valuable to the company as a whole that I’d be seen as a liability and cut off. Notsomuch, son.

Instead I get to have conversations with my boss like the following.

J: [emailed] Hey BossBoss–I have no work to do. Do you have ANYTHING for me to work on?

Boss: [emailed] I will call you about this later this afternoon.

*days pass*

Boss: [emailed] Oh, yeah that workload thing…right…yeah…uh…I’m gonna call you.

J: [emailed] Okay, I’ll just sit here twiddling my thumbs, awaiting your call then.

*hours pass*

*ring ring*

J: Oh heeeeey BossBoss…whatcha know no good?

Boss: So, you have no work to do, huh? Welp, I’m gonna call some people…have them call some people…then they’ll call some other people who must certainly have something you can do. I’ll let you know what I hear back.

*days pass*

Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Today I told my girl KB that I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my job. No matter how much abuse is being doled out, I take it because I can’t leave.

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