Emotionally Battered

I am not an emotionally battered wife. I have no problems with the home front whatsoever.

I am, however, an emotionally battered employee.

I have not been known to take insulting words quietly. I guess being married to a co-worker made me more conscious of how I should react to the people at work.

But it doesn´t mean that my boss should treat me the way she´s been treating me lately. I feel such a worthless employee despite the efforts I gave to The Company last year. Sometimes I feel like I a waste of cubicle space.

Having two bosses is enough to cause physical (and emotional) drain, considering both of them expect a 100% of your time and effort. It´s worse when it affects your rating. Apparently, 50-50 means you only get 50% as the highest grade. A 3 out of 5.

It pains also to find out that out of three employees under two bosses, each one of us gets a rating of 1, 2, and 3, with 1 being the highest. Despite my project launches, I still get a three. Part of me thinks boss#1 resented the fact I went to Europe last year. While boss#2 is not happy that I´m not on top of the Rainbow, like my two other teammates.

Sometimes I think I´m not being paid enough. Definitely I feel I am not valued enough.

I mentioned this to boss#2, who doesn´t seem to have a vendetta on me. She´s laying off some of the duties considering the burden. I´m giving it a month.

After which, I will decide to hand in my resignation.

Halloween Baby

Last Thursday, the company celebrated the usual Halloween with gimiks for kids on various floors of the buildings.

For the first time in four years, I brought my first Halloween baby. I convinced my aunt and uncle to lend me their grandson. To make things easy for them to say yes, I told them he doesn't have to wear costume, save for an amboy look that he does have. So while they were having merienda, Cody and I were running on different floors asking for candies from different folks.


I wish I had his picture when he was initially taking just 1 candy from the baskets of candies offered to him. And how he ended up getting fistfuls some two hours after. I had a great time even though my arms and legs were hurting from carrying him all over the floors and elevators.


I could not believe I was taking care of a very friendly kid, who would wave to all the security guards that he saw. He was very kulit in touching anybody near him in the elevator and smiling and waving hello to them when they look. I don't mind that he was putting crayons all over my face and he was writing on everybody else because no one could get mad at such a cutie.


He was adored by everyone around him, especially when he leans his head on them. I seriously think he would be a corporate man someday, judging by how he loved the keyboards and thought the mouse to be the telephone.


The tiring two hours with Cody was soooo worth it. Hopefully, he'll still be here next year.


I promise to buy him a costume then!