Here's What Happened:
Mar. 8th, 2007 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarI fucked up. I can't go into the details...NDA and all that, and for it to make sense would require some intimate knowledge of the software that I deal with all day anyway. I'm now on a 60-day "improvement plan" thing.
Due to all this, my supervisor had to add this information to my recommendation for the new position that I was trying to get into. Which of course dragged me way down, though they didn't know how the transfer would be affected because ultimately, I guess that was up to HR.
At some point yesterday evening, a particular scenario in this whole situation came to mind where I would still be able to make it through this mess without a problem. I wasn't going to hold my breath, but sometime later, I decided that I knew enough and that it was realistic enough that I could hold onto some shred of hope.
I came into work this morning and grabbed a fortune cookie sitting in my filing cabinet. Cracked it open and got "You will soon have the opportunity to improve your finances." How apropos.
So, I emailed the HR director this morning, said that I understand how I screwed up and I know what I need to fix it and make sure that it didn't happen again. I asked if I had completely shot my chances of getting this position.
I got a response a little while ago, I still have the chance and that I'm supposed to do the best that I can to pull out of this and she would keep in touch with me.
So...I may have shot myself in the foot there, but it's not a terminal injury.
I feel much better.
If only I could say the same for my sister.
Due to all this, my supervisor had to add this information to my recommendation for the new position that I was trying to get into. Which of course dragged me way down, though they didn't know how the transfer would be affected because ultimately, I guess that was up to HR.
At some point yesterday evening, a particular scenario in this whole situation came to mind where I would still be able to make it through this mess without a problem. I wasn't going to hold my breath, but sometime later, I decided that I knew enough and that it was realistic enough that I could hold onto some shred of hope.
I came into work this morning and grabbed a fortune cookie sitting in my filing cabinet. Cracked it open and got "You will soon have the opportunity to improve your finances." How apropos.
So, I emailed the HR director this morning, said that I understand how I screwed up and I know what I need to fix it and make sure that it didn't happen again. I asked if I had completely shot my chances of getting this position.
I got a response a little while ago, I still have the chance and that I'm supposed to do the best that I can to pull out of this and she would keep in touch with me.
So...I may have shot myself in the foot there, but it's not a terminal injury.
I feel much better.
If only I could say the same for my sister.
