GhostedGirl
Bronze Member
I recently became the editor of a weekly newspaper. I didn't mean to- I have no real interest in journalism, I'm an artist and I applied to become the ad designer. But the publisher decided I had "what it took" and promoted me within weeks. The paper was just starting out and honestly just think he didn't have anyone else.
On the surface it seems awesome. I have PTSD and I'm pregnant, so this is a job I can do from home. I can finally make a living wage working from home! This is what I thought I always wanted. On top of that the job is exceedingly easy, I read stories, run editorial meetings, and help the page designer for a few days over the week to organize and design the paper. Easy peesy!
But I have come to have so much anxiety over this job it's awful, and it all stems from my publisher. He's 51 (and I'm 27), he admits to be being ageist and often talks down to me, and is quite possibly one of the most obnoxious people I have ever dealt with. He's an insane micro-manager with no life, is smug, completely self centered, and talks SO much that no conversation- no matter how trivial- can take over an hour. I hate the way he talks to me, his tone of voice- his smug laugh EVERYTHING. He's the true embodiment of that douchebag boss from Office Space. Except he's a old hippie whose desperately trying to be hip.
I know some of this stems from my distrust of men. He often has said he feel very "paternal" toward the staff and I hate that so much. I'm an adult who was raised without a father- I don't need one now. He's also a Christian and I have trouble trusting Christians too. It's sad because he's not a bad guy- he really isn't. He's just a total douche by nature. He means well but he's so emotional draining on me that he makes me miserable. And being a micro-manager he insists on overseeing almost everything I do, being at all the meetings (where he spends most of the time derailing them while talks about himself) and I spend a lot of my time on the phone with him just listening to him talk at me while I get more and more angry and fed up.
Recently this has caused me so much anxiety that I feel like crying when I know I have to talk to him on the phone. Getting any point across involves becoming very frustrated and yelling at him like he's a kid. It seems to be the only way to get results is to treat him like he's 15. I'm realizing that my rage is getting more and more out of hand and I end up complaining endlessly to my poor boyfriend about it. My boyfriend who owns a bakery and works 16 hour days. Although he's always supportive I know he really doesn't want to hear me complain about my super easy job. And I feel terribly guilty about talking to him about it. It feels like word vomit though- I can't stop bitching about how rude or stupid or insulting my publisher was to me that day.
I don't want this job. I was so excited to finally have something I could do from home that could make me some substantial money (when your poor and on a budget, $800 a month is nothing to sniff at). I also know I'm about to be a mommy... I can't just up and leave a job because I don't like it. And I feel really guilty about wanting to leave... it would put more of a burden on my boyfriend who already works his butt off. Worst of all- I know it's more me than anything else. It's my PTSD and my anxiety that's making this situation so intolerable. And once again I find myself wishing I could just... get over it. :(
On the surface it seems awesome. I have PTSD and I'm pregnant, so this is a job I can do from home. I can finally make a living wage working from home! This is what I thought I always wanted. On top of that the job is exceedingly easy, I read stories, run editorial meetings, and help the page designer for a few days over the week to organize and design the paper. Easy peesy!
But I have come to have so much anxiety over this job it's awful, and it all stems from my publisher. He's 51 (and I'm 27), he admits to be being ageist and often talks down to me, and is quite possibly one of the most obnoxious people I have ever dealt with. He's an insane micro-manager with no life, is smug, completely self centered, and talks SO much that no conversation- no matter how trivial- can take over an hour. I hate the way he talks to me, his tone of voice- his smug laugh EVERYTHING. He's the true embodiment of that douchebag boss from Office Space. Except he's a old hippie whose desperately trying to be hip.
I know some of this stems from my distrust of men. He often has said he feel very "paternal" toward the staff and I hate that so much. I'm an adult who was raised without a father- I don't need one now. He's also a Christian and I have trouble trusting Christians too. It's sad because he's not a bad guy- he really isn't. He's just a total douche by nature. He means well but he's so emotional draining on me that he makes me miserable. And being a micro-manager he insists on overseeing almost everything I do, being at all the meetings (where he spends most of the time derailing them while talks about himself) and I spend a lot of my time on the phone with him just listening to him talk at me while I get more and more angry and fed up.
Recently this has caused me so much anxiety that I feel like crying when I know I have to talk to him on the phone. Getting any point across involves becoming very frustrated and yelling at him like he's a kid. It seems to be the only way to get results is to treat him like he's 15. I'm realizing that my rage is getting more and more out of hand and I end up complaining endlessly to my poor boyfriend about it. My boyfriend who owns a bakery and works 16 hour days. Although he's always supportive I know he really doesn't want to hear me complain about my super easy job. And I feel terribly guilty about talking to him about it. It feels like word vomit though- I can't stop bitching about how rude or stupid or insulting my publisher was to me that day.
I don't want this job. I was so excited to finally have something I could do from home that could make me some substantial money (when your poor and on a budget, $800 a month is nothing to sniff at). I also know I'm about to be a mommy... I can't just up and leave a job because I don't like it. And I feel really guilty about wanting to leave... it would put more of a burden on my boyfriend who already works his butt off. Worst of all- I know it's more me than anything else. It's my PTSD and my anxiety that's making this situation so intolerable. And once again I find myself wishing I could just... get over it. :(