Three weeks later they want me back. And make me start on end November.
............
你玩我啊?
Now I totally understand the rationale of working under a project-based job means no project equals no job but this is just short-sightedness at its finest and speaks volumes about the amount of respect for me and my time. Which is almost non-existent.
Hell, I DID MY OWN CLEARANCE. I had to go to Finance on my own, I had to surrender my own laptop and my own pass. While a certain twat busied himself with whatever he had on his plate.
The work can get overwhelming, that I understand that because I was warned during the interview. At one point of time, it had been so stressful for me that I have been blasting Attack on Titan OSTs to help me survive through the day while serving as a cathartic measure of sorts so I don't go insane from all the overtime that I do.
But before letting me go early, aforementioned twat didn't even have the decency to tell me to my face that he's ending things early. Perhaps his understanding that all communications with me must go through the middle man; but when it comes to issues concerning someone's very employment itself, is it not basic decency to pull them aside for a few minutes to break the news to them?
I may have never been in a relationship before but this feels like being dumped over a text. Or telling a friend to relay the message because you couldn't deal with my reaction. How wondrous, because for someone who exercises on a regular basis and proclaims himself as one of the nicest guys in the office, it's a surprisingly spineless and dickish move to make.
Fast-forward to twenty-five days later. He tried to call me back. And make me start during end-November. My initial reaction was surprise and joy due to hearing from him again, and also relief that though marketing wasn't my major and I had struggled significantly, I didn't fuck up so bad that I was immediately wiped from his memory and the bridge was burnt the moment I left. Then indignation and a feeling of humiliation sets in when the terms were offered. Because I sure as hell am not going to sit in my house all day and twiddle my thumbs till the actual job commences on 20th November.
It's a spit in my face to want me to take up this job and it's not something I want to tolerate. It's like what Shizu-chan had asked me.
"Will you love an ex?"
Well if all we needed was a break from each other or if we parted on good terms, yes. Showing this amount of disregard for my time and disrespect for me as a person simply establishes a no.
So that's my answer. "No. And fuck you." I will not love an ex if he spits in my face and wants me back three weeks later just because he needs a booty call to satiate himself.
