I am having to find a new job. The company I gave 8 months of my 2 year work permit is not going to make me permanent or back my application for a 4 year work permit.
The more I look around me the more I realise that it’s the assholes who get rewarded and the people who do what their mommies taught them (be friendly, work hard, volunteer for extra work, make it clear you are committed to the company) get royally shafted.
Geez, can you imagine what an utter wreck I’d have been had this happened around the time of Ian and I being apart?
I feel betrayed and I want all the hours of my life back in which I did work over and above what was expected of me here.
I hate this. I hate that I’ve just committed myself to pay for flights for my SA trip. I hate that I paid good money for my 70s Christmas party outfit, in which I’ll celebrate the holiday with people I won’t be working with for much longer. I just bought new shoes for that effing party. I hate that my boss thanked me for 'taking this so well'. I hate that she hugged me. I hate that when employers and agents hear the words ‘South African’ and ‘visa’ they run scared. I hate rent. I hate having to send my CV out. It’s only been half a day and I’m bitter.
This is a 
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