fuck this job.com

I am beginning to think the only difference between hell and where I work is that hell lasts longer. But as the years slowly crawl by, and I have no other job to fall back on, I feel like I am exiled to this damn job for eternity.

Tonight was a glorious example in incompetence and watching management chase their own ass in a rather futile attempt to dump more work onto me.
The weekend supervisor had breezed in late, with a disgusting air of non-chalance, as he ambled around like a cow munching grass in the field, taking his time to bark out his various orders, or berate people for their mistakes.Another one of his favorite tricks is to stir up shit with the clients and then call a worker to sort out the aftermath.

So, here I am. Two years after my first discontented blog about my place of employment, and still here, after some 40 job interviews, countless applications, prayers, ect, I am still the trained monkey wearing the company's manditory polo shirts, and dancing to the tune of the boss. I am beginning to think the only difference between hell and my job is the time difference..but as the time creeps by, and I find myself still in the situation, I am so disgusted with myself for not just leaving, but also rationalizing why I can't leave without another job, since I am poor and actually need the money. If I can't get another job while I am employed, can I really afford the gamble in waiting for another pay check?

It is amazing how my employment seems to bring out the very worst in me and my co-workers. Normal, functioning adults that seem to have well-adjusted personalities are reduced to bitching, bitter and miserable monkeys that have to dance at the boss's command. A boss who seems quite humane outside of work suddenly becomes a slave-driver when given a bit of power. Rather sad, too, how my life has changed, too, from being one that had a vague faith in the future, to facing a steady stream of bullshit and monotony to survive. And the sad thing is, this is everywhere, or why else would so many seek escape by blogging here?

It was a rather interesting, if sickening account of reality where I work. On my day off two weeks ago, I woke up with a severe bout of influenza, complete with shaking, chills, 101 temp, and having my head in the trash can for twelve hours straight. I managed to crawl to the doctor's office to get some medicine, and asked that she write me a note out signifying that I was indeed ill and not just faking an illness. I was in no shape to go to work the next day, so I called in a day in advance. Normally, this would hardly be considered a crime against anybody. I have seen people call in five minutes before their shift, and not get in trouble, I have seen people not come in at all, or leave a few hours early, ect. I was told by my supervisor as I was fighting the urge not to vomit that I "had to find somebody to work for me, because I need you here."

My job sucks more than a Roter-Ruter. I am beginning to think that I am condemned to work crappy jobs until I die, but we have been so short-staffed as of late, they would probably dig me up, prop me in a corner, and count me as one of the ratio.

Scenario One: We have an obnoxious, sexist bastard who regals the female staff with tales of his sexual escapades. He tells me he is a "playa," yet the general reaction we females have towards him is nausea, loathing, and disgust. He has continually pissed so many people off that he was moved to a department where he has less direct contact with the clients. As a result of that,my supervisor yanked me from my assignment, and abruptly dumps me with all the "playa's" work. The justification? My supervisor told me that "you have the needed skills to manage this, he does not." In other words, since I am a good worker, I am rewarded for it by taking on more work.

First of all, I have been at this mind-numbing, ass-kissing position for almost a year longer than I thought I would have to be. I have a good stable work history, a degree, and good references from all past jobs. I get lots of interviews, too. The place I work is a shithole.
People flee it like rats leaving a sinking ship. I have seen at least five co-workers walk off the job in a huff, or just never come back, yet they find jobs elsewhere, so I know it is possible to leave.
I don't blame their actions, either. I think it is cheaper for the dipshit company I work for to keep a steady stream of disgusted people going through the system, like turds being flushed through the sewer.

I currently toil under two supervisors- We shall call them Ass Bag, and Gas Bag. Ass Bag has been the subjects of many blogs on everything from his tendency to schedule me for the hours I specifically didn't ask for, to the way he comes up with a laundry list of petty shit for me to do an hour before I am due to go home. Ass Bag is a closet Nazi, and can only be counted on to be a dumbass, or absent from his lair. Ass Bag is the one responsible for me being scheduled to work every weekend since I started this job, and I, as his appointed whipping girl, also bear the brunt of Ass Bag's B.S. Gas Bag is slightly more human, but also more incompetent. He has enormous potential to be a good leader, should he deem it necessary to grow a spine and pull his head out of his ass on occasion.

I know. If bitching solved a problem, I would be thin, rich, and living on my own island, with my brain-damaged supervisor bringing me some sort of drink with one of those plastic swords and a cherry.

1.Make sure you schedule the mandatory training sessions on my days off. After all, when I am away from the glorious place I spend 50 plus hours a week, you know that I do nothing but pine away for the chance to come to work again.

2. Keep me shackled to your side by my cell phone. That's right! I know that your Internet surfing time is sacred, and should not be interrupted by a 5 second walk over to where I am toiling away. Why should you bother talking to me like a human being when you can bark your commands by calling me? Better yet, why bother giving my other co-workers the privledge of hearing your voice? You know I live to serve you, masta!

So, there I was, coming in for yet another eight hour torture session, when I saw my co-worker bent over in the office,with a pillow at his desk, and his head well buried in the trash can. I heard the delightful sounds of him emptying his stomach from what seemed to be three week's worth, before he groaned and put his head back on the pillow. Imagine my suprise when another co-worker took me to the side and told me that the poor man, (hereby known as Hungover Twat) had downed several beers that night, and aparently had called into work, claiming to be "ill."
The weekend supervisor, (the pretentious backstabbing ignorant moron who couldn't supervise grass growing) took the call.

A few years ago, I was happily involved in my college classes. I worked hard to graduate, and I came out with a solid GPA, a good resume, and such an idealistic look on the working world, that it makes me sick to think of how damn dumb I was. A few years later, I am still working well over forty hours a week to keep my rathole of an apartment and pay the Internet bill so I can blog my misery and escape a few hours. I have yet to make it out of poverty. I never expected to be rich, but I did expect to have something more to show for my life than this. I feel like one of those damn hamsters on a wheel, I am running like hell to keep things afloat, but still going nowhere.

So, here is my problem. I am in the process of cutting ties to my employer, waiting to hear back from an interview, and enduring the waiting for something better to come along. I have expounded several blogs about the absolutely mind-numbing power-tripping bullshit that my supervisor pulls on his selected targets. Here is my question. Should I inform his supervisors of his tyrantical, egotistical horseshit, in the vague hope that it may make me feel better, or at least make life easier for the poor saps still in the system? Or would I be wiser to keep my mouth shut and move along?

Ahh, so there I was, working yet another weekend, and a double shift, to boot. Bleary-eyed, and not yet awake, I had endured four hours of shuffling papers, screaming clients, and the general chaos that only social services can generate. Lo and behold, the weekend supervisor came breezing through at 11 a.m, briefly barked out an order at us groundlings, and then cruised back to his comfy office to surf the Internet for five hours. The sheer pretention of this man is enough to set my teeth on edge. I have yet to see him come to work before noon, or stay past two p.m. The actual supervision he does is wondering around the office and finding stupid things to bitch about, like a hair being found on the floor, or giving an ass chewing about paper work not being properly stapled. And, his petty bullshit knows no bounds. He actually calls people on their cell-phones to gripe at them, rather than stepping out of his office and disrupting his Internet surfing. A few days ago, he and a co-worker took off for the afternoon, and left us short of staff, and swamped with extra work. When I (politely) asked him to please make sure that there were enough staff to do the work before he left, he snarled at me that it was my fault for not stopping him from leaving. When he isn't making an ass of himself by being petty and stupid, he is at work making my job harder than it already is. His favorite bullshit is currently waiting until the end of my shift, then giving me a laundry list of crap to do before I can go, or just leaving us short staffed and waiting for hours at a time for the next shift to show up. I am sending out my resume, and trying to find ways to make his incompetence work to my advantage in the meantime. How an asshole like that ever got promoted to management is beyond me. I don't think he could supervise grass growing.

Ahh, supervisors. Their loving guidance is supposed to lead to a smoother work place, their leadership skills are supposed to be honed to guide us poor working class bafoons through the chaos...sigh.
Recently, there was some restructuring at my work place. They are closing down one department, due to lack of clientel, and supposedly shipping the clients and the workers over to my office. They were giving us all the swan song that "it was for the good of the company" and nobody was going to lose their jobs. What the Glorious Administration on High didn't factor was that most of the workers didn't want to drive an hour to get to their new place of employment. Or that the new facility is substandard, and downright decaying. Or that my supervisor has such a reputation for being cruel and lazy, several imediately resigned when they heard she was going to be in charge. Before this glorious restructuring, we were having headaches with staff shortages, but with the extra clientel, it is rapidly desentigrating into an all out shit-pit.

Over the years, I have heard the mantras regularly tattooed in my ignorant little brain when I first entered the work force. Legendary fallacies that were so exhalted as fact. Things that belong on those stupid motivational posters. Shit that is considered truth, but still stays shit.

1. Hard work pays off.
It has been my experience that this is half right. It does pay off,just not me. I have served faithfully,dilligently, and now- very stupidly, and I have yet to see any benefit in it. Slacking off may get you fired, if you are not covert enough to hide your laziness, but hard work is a virtual guarantee that you will be the one they appoint to stop the avalanche.

Today, I got the bombshell of my happy career life in social services. The Upper Management was gracious enough to inform us shit-shoveling groundlings that they were increasing the amount of clients we serve...to double the capacity that we serve now.....in less than a month. I would probably choke to death on my own laughter from this, if it weren't so damn impossible. Right now, the place is the Titanic, the direct care is the poor souls trying to keep the whole damn thing afloat, and the administration are the ones parked in the lifeboats laughing. This is a place that loses an average of one employee a week due to burnout and turnover. They manage to hire one new person every month and a half, and that person has a fifty-fifty percent chance of leaving within the first month. The folks who do stay are like me...burnt-out, pissed off, fed up, and tired of having to take up the slack for a group of assholes who are well aware of how short staffed we are. They acknowledge it every time they wring their hands and whimper for us to work over time. They see it in the sheer volume of chaos it generates. And, yet, THEY DON'T GIVE A SHIT!!!!!