Something stinks in Mal-odor.

One thing I noticed about my old blog, that I fail to do here, is daily little notes.  It's a good way to get me writing, and think about stuff.


So, all the complaining about Mal-odor panel, and maybe it was all for no reason.

Jeff the dude that runs the panel, took us four new panelists aside and said "ok, this is your last panel, next week come in on Tuesday at 11:30, and we'll get together and do some screening.  Then, when the data comes back from that, I'll call you, we'll meet again, and go from there.  But as of right now, today is your last day doing this."  What the fuck?  Ok, so we get tossed into a panel, with no training, screening, or orientation, aside from a 30 second "this-is-what-it's-all-about-follow-along-with-everyone-else" extremely rushed battlefield peptalk in the hall on the way in to our first day...and we've been asking every day "how's our data?  Will we get some sort of orientation?"  With nothing but vague answers...  Well, NOW we get the screening after doing this 3 days a week for a month straight...and now he doesn't even think we're good enough?  Fucking hello?  No training?  No ANYTHING?  We've been in the dark for a month, struggling along grilling the other panelists for a "how to" some feedback, are we doing this right, ANYTHING.  And now we're not good enough?  Boss Jeff is new.  Something tells me that he doesn't know shit about shit.

Imagine, going to your first day of work.  Your boss points down a hallway, says "your office is down there, good luck".  And...that's it.  In a month, when you finally found your place, learned what the nature of your job is, exactly, and are maybe just beginning to get the hang of things, in spite of many power outages, computer screwups, freakish scheduling, and nasty colleagues...NOW they say "well, you're not going to make the cut, probably, but we'll train you anyway."  Boggling.

I really like the money, but I also kind of like having my Wednesdays off.  In the grand scheme of things, I don't mind dropping it.  The first two weeks, when we were really struggling, I thought I would anyway, just to spare my own embarrassment and the sanity of the existing panelists.  But, it really bugs me how it's being handled.

Here's hoping this turns into one of those bitchfests, for no reason, and we screen well, and get to rejoin the panel.  Shit, the way I feel right now, if that happened, I might just drop it to be a jerk.