I realize I'm unlikely to get any sympathy for this.I'm so mentally, emotionally, and physically at the end of my rope with my job that Mr. krista and I discussed last night the idea that I might quit, giving a month's notice or some such, without looking for a new job first. This would entail giving up large amount of $$$ to which I'd be entitled in March. I had the Amazon interviews but otherwise haven't really pursued anything, but I'm not sure I can make it much longer.I've never worked in a place as dysfunctional, with so many people who are completely unable to do their jobs and spend about 99% of their time attempting to cover their asses instead. Everything I do is 1000 times more of a struggle than it should be, in terms of getting people to work together as a team, working toward the same goal. I work regularly with people who have absolutely no idea what they're doing, and sadly there isn't a disincentive for this. For three years I've beat the drum for at least some performance basis to our compensation, but my company just can't get there, and ceaseless, unrelenting cost-cutting means we are constantly overperforming with fewer and fewer resources. Ugh, I realize I'm not explaining this well. Simply put, I can't do anything more to protect the company, some of our senior management, and our owners from themselves. I sleep a few hours a night and my health is a complete wreck--not to mention my mental state--and things go further and further in the wrong direction every minute of every day. The company's results are heading in the wrong direction, and the good and now some of the bad rats are leaving the sinking ship. I've stuck it out as long as I have because I love my team, my boss (I realize no one ever says that!) and most of the legal department. We're very high-functioning but need help and support that is never going to be there.I've worked very, very hard in my entire career. I've never hesitated on long hours and personal sacrifices--I've not only regularly worked 50+ hours straight or 400 hours in a month in my jobs, but I've dialed in for conference calls from my dad's funeral. My dear grandmother committed suicide and, while she was in a coma, I ran back to Chicago to work for a day after getting "the call" only to return and find she had died overnight. I've never done this because of money but because I simply don't know how else to work or a way to give less than 100% to something. Money comes as an unnecessary bonus to working the only way I know how, and even then I "invest" it unwisely--as much as we joke about it, our Central American empire exists mostly to provide good jobs to Nicaraguans who need them. So the time and sacrifice is not the issue, but the inability to make any difference and the inequity of watching people coast by when my team and I might quite literally be killing ourselves isn't something that I feel like I can continue to survive. I'm at the end of my ####### rope.I just needed to type that.
Hey GM, can you email me a half a J please? TIA
Wife decided we weren't doing this today. Step-Uncle's crazy girlfriend left my wife a voicemail last night at 8PM asking her what she was bringing. Something in the tone of the voicemail and timing really pissed my wife off. I didn't ask her to explain it to me once she said "I so mad I'm thinking we should just not go there tomorrow!".
Given the experiences I've been having with my parents recently (what button on the remote do I press to turn the powah on?), this is especially appropriate
My GB kept laughing saying Bob's crazy. 
