Sacked

Yep, today they finally sacked me. :(

I say finally because funny enough before telling them I was pregnant, they had no problem with my work.

Five weeks down the line they have had me in the office three times, going through every piece of my work and thinking about it, making sure I had signed my contract which funny enough I hadn’t receive beforehand, plus every other day I have been told off for one thing or another.

Today I was told off for my status on Messenger. We use Messenger to communicate at work as we are separated over a three floors. As you would expect sometimes people change their status, it’s natural. Yesterday, I changed mine to 'Is it Friday yet? If not, why not?’ Apparently, according to my Manager it shows that I don’t want to be there ... I said I thought it was funny and doesn’t everyone long for the weekend. She says it isnt and that no they dont.

My last day is next Thursday, however, tomorrow will be my last day because if they think I am going in for three days next week while I could be at home sorting my arse out trying to find another job then they really don’t have a clue.

Another thing to add is that the week after I told them I was pregnant, they started interviewing for my replacement, telling me that I would be moved from my role as PA to Admin. I even spent Monday and Tuesday training her FFS!

I really thought that things had finally turned around in our life.

Oh well, life goes on as they say. We have struggled before and we coped so we shall do it again I guess.

All this crying has given me a headache. It’s a shame I can’t have an alcoholic drink as I could really do with one or five right now.

More Blood and Stress at Work

I know I keep saying it but I really really, want to walk out of this office and never come back.

I’ve been crying to my OH this morning down the phone. Yet again I have come into the office to my Manager telling me off for things I have not done 'correctly'.

I didn’t add the correct details onto an appointment apparently. As it turns out they are on a machine of which I didn’t even know existed and so in defiance, when I emailed the details over to my Director, I told him that!

I’m sure there will be other things for them to have a go at me for though, as it seems to be the pattern every day for the past couple of weeks.

I wish I could walk out but I’m stuck. Who’s going to want to take on a three month pregnant woman now? There’s no way we can afford for me to be out of a job as it’s hard enough as it is with both of our wages.

To top things off, late yesterday evening I went to the toilet and there was bright red blood when I wiped. I kept an eye on it for the remainder of the night and thankfully it only seemed to appear when I wiped.

Today, it’s now brown and quite heavy and doesn’t just appear when I wipe. I’m praying it’s the blood clot in my uterus coming out and nothing else.

We have the twelve week scan this Friday thankfully.

The baby was fine a few weeks back after my last bleed so I’m clinging to that as a good sign. The nurse did say the clot would come out eventually but I wasn’t expecting it to do so now, not when I’ve had no bleeding for three weeks. I’ve even been allowing myself to start planning things for the baby in my head.

Roll on Friday. It can’t come quickly enough.

P*ssed Off Pregnant Woman Needs to Vent

I am on the verge of walking out of my job.

I can’t seem to do anything right here ever since I told them I was pregnant. I seem to be told to do one thing by my Director and then Im getting told off for doing it by my Manager!

Every single f*cking thing I do, there is something wrong with it.

I’ve just had to go to the toilets to have a cry as I am being made to feel like I’m as thick as sh*t and yes they do keep mentioning that I’m pregnant and that my brain isn’t on the job and that I’m not listening properly to my instructions, when I know for a fact that I was not told to do that something in the first place and then when I do do something, there is always something to pick at on it!!!  

*breath*

I tried to talk back to my Manager this morning but of course I got beaten down to the point where I couldn’t do anything but nod and then walk off and head straight for the toilet. I feel as though the woman hates me.

Under normal circumstances I wouldn’t come back on Monday but being pregnant I feel as though I’m trapped here. Ok I’m crying again god damn it.

Ok. I am going to get back to my work and go over everything before I go home to make sure they have nothing to come back at me on in the morning.

I really wish I had the choice to walk out.

Will This Worry Ever Stop?

After a year of temping, I started a new permanent job yesterday and I already hate it.

I’m a PA to a Financial Advisor, based on the 3rd floor of an old building and the nearest toilets are a floor down via some very small and steep stairs. I wish I was back at my old, comfy, friendly Council office. I miss my familiar, friendly work colleagues.

I have also started spotting again, although this time it’s darker and more frequent.

I can’t say anything to my new boss as yet because he doesn’t even know that I’m pregnant but I feel like I should be laying down in bed until it goes away and this pregnancy starts to feel 'normal' and less stressful.

I have a second scan on Monday which will hopefully show that things are ok. I can only hope that this baby can hold on for that long.

It’s only week six but already it feels like a lifetime.