Someone peed in my cereal this morning, and I've been gagged about it all day long.
Yesterday at work I was recruited to sign up for a two-person team event because there was one person who was looking for a partner. I said I would be happy to help. There was a nominal fee, but I was told that I could bring it by either yesterday or today without any problem.
After my first meeting this morning I checked my email, and the message said that I was no longer needed on the team, that someone else wanted to sign up for it. I replied vaguely, asking if I still needed to bring my money by for the sign-up. I didn't want to jump to any crazy conclusions before my morning caffeine.
I waited a few hours without a reply, and then decided to go to the sign-up place myself to see what was going on. I showed up, cash in hand, to pay for yesterday's recruitment. A different guy was at the desk, and I assured him that I had signed the form yesterday... and he found the form, with my name crossed through.
Now I know not to shoot the piano player... so I asked him if that meant I was no longer on the team. He flipped through bunches of papers and hem-hawed about how he could put me on another list if someone wanted to sign up today. I asked him how it was possible for someone to get cut from a team at (this workplace). He didn't have a good answer.
I left, supremely gagged that my earlier interpretation had been correct.
Seriously? I was just cut from a team that recruited me? That's even worse than being picked last for dodge ball.
The thing that irks me the most is that I work for a company that takes pride in including everyone, to go out of the way to be hospitable and whatnot. I can guarantee you that what happened this morning doesn't jive with either the mission or vision of (this workplace). I'm disappointed, a little hurt, and a lot pissed.
If I don't sleep it off, there will be a letter written and sent tomorrow. Period.
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