I want my mommy! But HR will have to do

After four months of having a non-managing manager, I finally put my foot down and screamed "I can't take it anymore!" Actually what really happened is that I sent a cryptic e-mail (i.e. cry for help) to the HR department, so they set up a meeting so I could cry on their shoulder. It was great, like having my own personal cheerleaders. They did a lot of smiling and note taking. It was like being on Dr. Phil.

They even assigned me a new friend. I know, it sounds a bit pitiful, but it's to the point where I need a fake buddy to pat me on the back once a week. I'll have to keep ya'll posted on this situation cause reviews are next week, and it's about to get interesting.