I don't even know where to begin. I shouldn't even be here. I should be flying planes for a living. Turns out planes and I don't mix--the avgas doesn't get along with my particular makeup. Discovered this in flight school. It made me drop out for a long time. Extreme pain, sleeping eighteen hour days, eventually nine months going to a doctor trying to put the pieces of my life back together. I'm still nowhere near 100%. The worst problems are chronic pain and chronic fatigue. I feel like I can't stop moving, or I'll die, but at the same time, I don't have the strength to keep going. I'm crashing, burning myself out. I feel like I'm dying.
Still, I could survive, if I had an income. Yeah, my health prevents me from the one thing I feel born to do, but I mean, if I could go to work, everything would be good, right? And I do have a job, so there's that. I help teachers out--because, yeah, I returned to school to learn to do something else, and the only job I could find was helping teachers on campus. The teachers all seem to love me. Every time I talk to them, they're great. We greet each other in the halls, they compliment me to my boss, and all sorts of stuff. Basically, I've got it made, right?
Wrong.
For whatever reason, my boss has taken a dislike to me. Never mind that everyone else seems to like me. She doesn't, and she's looking for reasons to do so. Apparently, she asks other people how I perform at work. She doesn't ask about other workers, and she doesn't ask me any of this, but she asks them. Constantly. I led a group project, creating a new training manual, and she was asking my partner if I did any of the work at all, because, for whatever reason, she couldn't fathom that I would do any work. When people make random remarks, she misinterprets them, seemingly deliberately, so I get in trouble. If I tell someone I'm training that we can help students do just about anything other than do their homework for them, she turns it into "oh, I heard you are telling trainees that they are only allowed to answer technical questions."
When she did my review, I ended up doing pretty well. She didn't like that I "didn't know some stuff," (for instance, I'm not allowed to call our tech guy, I have to call regular tech support, then forward that ticket to her, which she will send to tech guy) and that I was "too personal."
Apparently, "too personal" is "hey, listen, you know I NEVER miss work, but I need to talk to the food stamp people. They've mandated that I come to a meeting at a specific time, and they'll deny me benefits if I don't go, so I have to. Please let me go an hour early today." She was totally fine with letting me leave early, but hated that I sent her an email explaining this. This is the same person who likes telling me how she had vomiting and diarrhea all night 'cause of some bad food, or how her daughter is going to need to see the doctor for various maladies, or whatever.
Mid-semester, she hired a new worker to take over one hour that needed filling. Multiple people could have taken it, and mid-semester hiring is unprecedented. She used this opportunity to cut my hours in half. "It's better for the team if you're capped at a certain number of hours," she told me. Bear in mind, I started needing to be on food stamps. Now it's worse. By the way, when I say "cut," I mean that she made it so I work one hour, don't work an hour, work an hour, don't work an hour, work three hours, don't work ninety minutes... and on and on. And that's just one day. I did the math. Based on my pay rate and the time she makes me waste at work, I should be making about $400 more than I need to.
She drops all these hints that she's not satisfied with my performance, or that I'm doing well, but reviews constantly show I'm actually great. I've seen her lie to other people about unrelated things. She constantly tries to find reasons to get on my case, then emails the whole department with thinly-veiled "guys, we can do better" stuff based on her misinterpretation of things I've done. She levels criticisms at me that nobody in the department, many of whom are my friends, have uttered.
...aaaand she's telling people that she won't keep me employed during the summer, when she told me "oh, during the summer, you'll actually work more hours here than you do now." Frustratingly, she's emailed me saying that hours are confidential, and I'm not allowed to talk to anyone about my schedule. A department-wide email was sent asking all of us for the hours we wanted. I asked for a reasonable amount--and I'm receiving financial aid that means that it costs her nothing to employ me (government pays school to keep me around) for the duration of the summer, even at maximum hours--she has recently been hinting at me that I shouldn't get my hopes up about hours, saying "I'm not the one who will be doing the scheduling, since I won't be here this summer." Her second-in-command, who will be running the show this summer, is baffled by this, saying "yeah, she's setting up the schedule; I don't know why she would tell you that."
Coworkers describe her as "psycho," saying she has it out for me for no reason any of them can tell. "She just hates you. I don't know why."
I haven't seen a doctor in years. I'm in enormous amounts of pain. Some days, it even hurts to get out of bed. I force myself through waves of pain and nausea so I can pretend to be remotely normal. I'm getting training here that should eventually net me a job, which I can use to pay for medical treatment, get better, and survive. All I want to do right now is survive, but lately, I wake up every day wanting to know just why it is I'm still alive, because I certainly don't feel like living.
I don't know how to function any more.
I just put the last of my money into my gas tank, so I can go to class tomorrow. If I keep my grades up, I can keep going to school. If I can go to school, I can keep getting financial aid. If I can stay on financial aid, I can avoid homelessness, but even that might not be enough to save me now. I'm not just here for me--my little brother couldn't afford school if I didn't come with. I can't leave, because if I do, it screws him over, and I want him to have a good shot at life.
So.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
EDIT: Accent, super cool guy, set this up to help me avoid homelessness this summer.
Still, I could survive, if I had an income. Yeah, my health prevents me from the one thing I feel born to do, but I mean, if I could go to work, everything would be good, right? And I do have a job, so there's that. I help teachers out--because, yeah, I returned to school to learn to do something else, and the only job I could find was helping teachers on campus. The teachers all seem to love me. Every time I talk to them, they're great. We greet each other in the halls, they compliment me to my boss, and all sorts of stuff. Basically, I've got it made, right?
Wrong.
For whatever reason, my boss has taken a dislike to me. Never mind that everyone else seems to like me. She doesn't, and she's looking for reasons to do so. Apparently, she asks other people how I perform at work. She doesn't ask about other workers, and she doesn't ask me any of this, but she asks them. Constantly. I led a group project, creating a new training manual, and she was asking my partner if I did any of the work at all, because, for whatever reason, she couldn't fathom that I would do any work. When people make random remarks, she misinterprets them, seemingly deliberately, so I get in trouble. If I tell someone I'm training that we can help students do just about anything other than do their homework for them, she turns it into "oh, I heard you are telling trainees that they are only allowed to answer technical questions."
When she did my review, I ended up doing pretty well. She didn't like that I "didn't know some stuff," (for instance, I'm not allowed to call our tech guy, I have to call regular tech support, then forward that ticket to her, which she will send to tech guy) and that I was "too personal."
Apparently, "too personal" is "hey, listen, you know I NEVER miss work, but I need to talk to the food stamp people. They've mandated that I come to a meeting at a specific time, and they'll deny me benefits if I don't go, so I have to. Please let me go an hour early today." She was totally fine with letting me leave early, but hated that I sent her an email explaining this. This is the same person who likes telling me how she had vomiting and diarrhea all night 'cause of some bad food, or how her daughter is going to need to see the doctor for various maladies, or whatever.
Mid-semester, she hired a new worker to take over one hour that needed filling. Multiple people could have taken it, and mid-semester hiring is unprecedented. She used this opportunity to cut my hours in half. "It's better for the team if you're capped at a certain number of hours," she told me. Bear in mind, I started needing to be on food stamps. Now it's worse. By the way, when I say "cut," I mean that she made it so I work one hour, don't work an hour, work an hour, don't work an hour, work three hours, don't work ninety minutes... and on and on. And that's just one day. I did the math. Based on my pay rate and the time she makes me waste at work, I should be making about $400 more than I need to.
She drops all these hints that she's not satisfied with my performance, or that I'm doing well, but reviews constantly show I'm actually great. I've seen her lie to other people about unrelated things. She constantly tries to find reasons to get on my case, then emails the whole department with thinly-veiled "guys, we can do better" stuff based on her misinterpretation of things I've done. She levels criticisms at me that nobody in the department, many of whom are my friends, have uttered.
...aaaand she's telling people that she won't keep me employed during the summer, when she told me "oh, during the summer, you'll actually work more hours here than you do now." Frustratingly, she's emailed me saying that hours are confidential, and I'm not allowed to talk to anyone about my schedule. A department-wide email was sent asking all of us for the hours we wanted. I asked for a reasonable amount--and I'm receiving financial aid that means that it costs her nothing to employ me (government pays school to keep me around) for the duration of the summer, even at maximum hours--she has recently been hinting at me that I shouldn't get my hopes up about hours, saying "I'm not the one who will be doing the scheduling, since I won't be here this summer." Her second-in-command, who will be running the show this summer, is baffled by this, saying "yeah, she's setting up the schedule; I don't know why she would tell you that."
Coworkers describe her as "psycho," saying she has it out for me for no reason any of them can tell. "She just hates you. I don't know why."
I haven't seen a doctor in years. I'm in enormous amounts of pain. Some days, it even hurts to get out of bed. I force myself through waves of pain and nausea so I can pretend to be remotely normal. I'm getting training here that should eventually net me a job, which I can use to pay for medical treatment, get better, and survive. All I want to do right now is survive, but lately, I wake up every day wanting to know just why it is I'm still alive, because I certainly don't feel like living.
I don't know how to function any more.
I just put the last of my money into my gas tank, so I can go to class tomorrow. If I keep my grades up, I can keep going to school. If I can go to school, I can keep getting financial aid. If I can stay on financial aid, I can avoid homelessness, but even that might not be enough to save me now. I'm not just here for me--my little brother couldn't afford school if I didn't come with. I can't leave, because if I do, it screws him over, and I want him to have a good shot at life.
So.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
EDIT: Accent, super cool guy, set this up to help me avoid homelessness this summer.