Wishing I had two weeks to give

There's been a sort of phenomenon amongst my friends lately. I guess it's because we're a good few years out of school now, and the disenchantment has set in. Squeak's two weeks were up over two weeks ago, although he still seems to be working at the job he left, covering other people's shifts, which makes very little sense to me. Libertine put in her two weeks at the Congressman's office to go back to school. Monica's waiting on the final word from her prospective new job (at a museum, which probably isn't much closer to her ideal career path than her current gig answering phones at the events planning company, but at least will cut down her commute by, like, a lot) before she'll put in hers. And C-List is itching to give her notice at the newsweekly and move out of state because, from what I understand, her editor is Satan.

I, for one, am still in limbo. On the one hand, I've been encouraged to apply for a front desk position at my gym, which (as in Monica's case) has nothing to do with what I went to college for, and has a slightly lower hourly, but would be full-time and therefore give benefits, instead of this wishy-washy 35-hours-a-week-equals-no-benefits policy I'm currently getting from the non-profit bracket. And hey - maybe during slow hours, I could train to be a BodyPump instructor.

On the other hand, I promised my boss I'd stick with the Choir through June, when she plans on pushing me out of the nest to go find a "real" job that will let me use my talent and my degree. That's really the only argument I've got, though, because as of this moment, I have had it up to here with this place.

Example: I get here this morning to find that [boss] isn't here, and neither I, nor my one co-worker, [finance manager], has any idea where she is or what time she'll be in. She then calls at about 10, to explain that she has to go pick up the tickets from the Symphony, then she has to spend all morning "putting out fires" between the directors and the accompanists, and she really needs to go by the elementary school in south county where we hold rehearsals this afternoon, so it wouldn't be worth it for her to drive all the way up here and all the way back. Which totally makes sense. But, ever the martyr, she makes a point of telling me that she'll be working from home today. Then she asks to speak to [finance manager], and apparantly tells her to "find something for Elle to do."

Lucky for me, [finance manager] is my ally, so instead of giving me a pointless task to fill the day, tells me all this, and we laugh about it, and decide that I'm going to leave at 2 instead of 4 today. (Technically, the office closes at 2 on Fridays, but technically, I'm meant to stay until 4 anyway.)

[Boss] then calls back at 11:40 and asks what I'm working on, which is her way of warning me that she's finally thought of something for me to do, and is about to give me one of the stupidest, most tedious tasks imaginable. I should have been honest with her: "I'm working on mentally preparing myself for my weekend from hell. I'm also working on finding out that my best friend's dumb teenage sister is pregnant. And lastly, I'm working on getting ready to eat my lunch."

But instead, I told her I wasn't working on anything, so she laid this great one on me: she needs me to work on "the PR stuff" - getting formal announcements out in all the choral journals that we have a new music director. This is something she had me start on over six weeks ago: I'd emailed the contacts at the choral journals, and asked said new music director for a headshot of himself, and that was the last I'd heard of it. "And you need to call the Union-Tribune and ask to speak to the arts editor and find out how to make an announcement in the paper, like how many words, and when the deadline would be..." By this point, I'd totally tuned her out.

Excusez-moi?! This is the sort of project that one begins on a Monday and spends the week working on, not the sort of project that one begins on Friday afternoon just for the sake of "having something to do." So I'll get to it Monday morning, or Tuesday morning, if I decide that Monday is going to become a mental health day to recover from my & Lui's 44 hours of forced arguing. But not today.

And to be honest, I'm still pretty upset about [boss] spreading rumors that my friend killed himself, when she obviously hadn't spoken to anyone with any real knowledge on the subject if she couldn't even get the country-of-death right. And the fact that when I told her it wasn't a suicide, she reacted in a sort of patronizing, "if that's what you want to believe to make yourself feel better," way.

Yeah... Not to quote Katharine McPhee or anything (because I hate her), but... Over it.