My Hell

OK, so my blog has come to this: a rant about the toxic work environment I endure. At the very least this will get me writing something in it every day. For a split second, I thought about changing the names to protect the innocent. Then I asked myself, "What innocent?", and since my intent is not to libel or slander anyone, I will report only the facts and how people feel about those facts.

Some background:
Scott and I love my (now former) boss, Karen, and we were ripped away from her a few weeks ago against my, his, and her wishes to help with a pilot program. The pilot entails Scott and I calling and fielding calls to and from new sales employees (mortgage brokers or Home Loan Consultants or HLCs, as I will refer to them from now on in my post) to guide these folks through the first month of employment. Some people use the cutesy phrase "hand holding", but I'd say "ass wiping" is the more appropriate tag. We're basically the HLC's bitches. Yeah, I just called myself a bitch, bitch. The worst part? This is human relations. And I, like everyone else in my department, am a walking HR violation. The only human relations I enjoy are on a bed.