Sigh. Firing squad all by shunned me. Well, they did shun me. I guess that is even worse than shooting me. I got the cold shoulder. They more or less ignored me. I can read my environment well. I like the phrase "I don't need a brick to fall on my head." Needless to say, I did not invite myself to go to lunch with them. When you walk back into the room and they stop talking it is a bit .... awkward. When I asked one girl tech where everyone was going for lunch, she seriously looked like she was in pain. I asked her if she were going, and she scrunched her face up in pain and said "Well, I guess so, since it is on my way." No invite, no "Come on with us" - nothing. No, I don't need a brick to fall on my head.
Then I got a reprimand from my manager (the one who said I used the word "hell") in an e-mail to the local techs. Now, he says I was chastising a tech in an e-mail and he has to write me up. I said something to the tune of "If you don't let me know you are having an issue, then I figure that you are not having one. It is a waste of my time when I try to troubleshoot but I don't have the correct facts." Something like that.
One co-worker sleeps during meetings, one pretends not to know what is going on, the other ducks out every chance he gets and they write me up. At least I am doing something to earn a written warning, I guess. If I just lay and play dead like the others, then perhaps I would not have any written warnings, either.
Maybe my manager wants desperately to put me in my place. I had to smirk when I heard him say "Now, you are not getting written up, it is not going in your file, I just need you to sign it to say that we talked about the issue." Really? If it is not official then why do I need to sign it?
All he did was put the fire out. I had passion for my work. I mean real passion. I loved it. It consumed me. It is dead, now. Well, something had to give. I was too far in.
Time for Peruby attitude adjustment. I did it before, I can do it again. I can bring myself around again. Nothing my manager said made me feel one iota better. He kept saying "You are not in this alone." I brought up the co-worker sleeping and he laughed. He calls this co-worker by a pet name. If a man's name is Bob, my manager called him Bobby. Nobody else calls him "bobby". It is like a pet name. When my manager realized that I was not laughing with him, he said "Well, I think it is a physical issue. What you were saying was not boring." Funny. He didn't sleep during any of the other's talking.
I can't keep rambling. Again, I am consumed. I am too close to the issue. I am thin skinned. I have to step back and realize this is temporary. My ruffled feathers will get smoothed over.
Like other jobs before me, I usually know the signs for when it is time to leave. I have all the signs. All the signs. Dammit to hell!
Written warning = 1; morale = 0.