fuck this job.com

I havent been on heer for a LONG time because thigns were seemingly going OK after I changed department. But now with only 13 working days until I start my maternity leave (I have a legitimate reason to leave at last!) the bastards have really waited until the last minute to fuck me over - sorry if this is a long one but I'll keep it as brief as possible - I just desperately need to get this off my chest.

My Boss = old fart who is into trains and building train displays etc. Also does NOT know how to manage a single member of his staff, is lazy and a compelte selfish bastard.

My move into the new department is coming up and I have the pleasure of training my so called 'replacement'. Theis person is the second choice, because the person they offered the job to took a LOWER paid job elsewhere instead (clever lady!).

I have had a couple of days off sick just to get myself out of that hell hole and relax, seeing as how people are making it so difficult for me to move departments. I just got the point where I couldnt take it any more.

I get on really well with a girl in there and whilst we dont get invovled with the office politics, if we hear anything said about the other person we always pass it on so we're knowing what to expect and we dont drop each other in the shit.

Today I have found out these cunts called 'managers' have been slagging me off to other staff memebrs because in their mind I did not follow the correct procedure for calling in sick. Nowhere does it state that you have to do it personally, and just because my partner did it as they have done before, doesnt mean I have done anything wrong. My friends flatmate called in for her once (she has had more sick time than me) and left a voicemail message, but nothing was said about that.. its just an excuse to get at me.

I got my wish and have got a job in another department - out of the way of my 'line manager' who has caused me untold grief for months, to a place where the phone barely rings, the people are nice and there is not as much stress. The person I'm going working for is HATED by my current management, and I think its funny how they actually cannot bear the fact I have 'defected to the other side'. It has caused so many arguements that its funny to watch.

But yesterday, because I was called into the office of my new manager for literally 30 seconds, my current manager told everyone else I should actually be sorting that out in my 'own time', and then refused to speak to me for the rest of the day. Any time I had a question I was grunted at, and when he made a disgusting comment about another member of staff, and i told him he wasnt be very nice, you could almost feel the hatred for me pouring ouit of him. Did I care? No. But I refuse to work in an environment where I am excluded from group talks about work because of his problems.

I have put up with a hell of a lot from my 'line manager' over past 18 months, and yesterday came the final straw that has sent me into such a rage he will be sorry he ever fucked with me.

I have been accused of doing things wrong when I havent, of fucking things up when I havent, and I have been spoken to like I'm some sort alien retard with the common sense of a fucking turd.

I had been away for a few days and when I came back, there was just everything left on my desk - simple stuff that a monkey could do but that this cunt must think is beneath him. On a piece of paper are instructions on how to enter the new details onto the computer. Condescending TWAT! I have been doing this for longer than he has so why I need instructions on how to do my job is beyond me!

today I just got that pissed off I exploded in front of everyone. Not literally you understand - I didnt pop like a balloon. Although sometime I wish I had done.

This complete prick, who had been off for a few days, decides to ring me to have a go at me because I made some appointments in his absence. I was just doing my fucking job. You know, the one I get paid 3 baked beans and a monkey nut for? This guy is on MEGA bucks and he cant make a few phone calls?

He swore at me, he was rude and the twat deleted the diary appointments I had made and then made out I had never put them in in the first place! You know you can do what you want, but dont EVER make me out to be a fucking liar. I ended up storming ouit of the office and then cried in the toilets like a girl because I was so wound up.

I hate this guy. I absolutely fucking cant stand him. I have been as polite as I can possibly be to him so as not to cause friction in the office. But today has been just one step too far.

He's a total schizophrenic - one minute hes fine the next hes shouting and throwing things around and everyione accepts it because 'thats just the way he is'. Well sorry but no it fucking isnt. The way I can be is not the way I would behave at work - causing a terrible atmosphere and speaking about certain people in such a bad way.

He had a pop at me yesterday because he told me all these report had to go out that day - never mind I busted my arse 2 weeks ago to get them done and they have been sat on his desk ever since.

I cant fucking stand this guy I work with. I used to think he was ok and now I just think hes a dick.

We had a new phone system put in place, which meant that every call into my department went to me first. Then it skipped to the desk next to me if unasnwered and so on until it went round everyone. It is the same for every call. So if I'm at my desk I have to act as the fucking team receptionist.

This idiot is 3rd. And hes complaining because when people are not at their desks for whatever reason he has to answer the phone. BIG FUCKING DEAL!!!

I was complaining for 2 weeks that I was not getting my work done because I was constantly on the phone but he didnt care about that.

I absolutely, totoally, wholeheartedly HATE that fucking prick I have to work with. I have never in all my life known anyone to be so 2 faced, so moody and so unpredictable as this piece of shit.

I get in this morning after a semi-decent day yesterday, and there is a wall of silence that now even James Bond could break through. The atmosphere was fucking terrible. So then he goes out of the room, and everything returns to normal. He comes back, it turns shitty. See the pattern developing?

The at different points throughout the day he starts being nice and trying to speak to me to tell me about things I dont care about about what he did last night. I DONT FUCKING CARE!!!

Do you ever have those kinds of days when you have physically fought your way through, tooth and nail, and then it gets to the end of the day and just want to give up? Surrender and say you cant take it any more but you tried your best?

Im tired of giving 8 hours of my day for absoltuely fuck all. The fucking receptionist moans because she doesnt feel 'valued'.... try doing my fucking job you whiney, moaney piece of horse shit! You answer the phone, you dont sit where I sit and have to listen to the shit I have to listen to so count your blessings.

I have been shouted at today for laughing at a comment someone made because the other person was on the phone. It doesnt matter that when I'M on the phone this person shouts and swears but thats OK right? And I got told to fuck off because I said that someone had gone home early. Justified???

There are only 2 people at my job that I actually like.

The rest of them are such incompetent, retarded, thick, ugly, disgusting pieces of vermin and they make me feel sick.

Not one person will do anything that helps out someone else becasue "Its not their job". Never mind that you might be doing someone a favour - you just do what YOU get paid to do and fuck everyone else.

People have meetings about the department I work in. I'm not invited. Things get decided, but nothing is ever communicated back to us, so everybody ends up doing different things. Its pathetic! And these people call themselves managers????? They manage to fuck up and thats about it.

Whilst this is not actually about my own job, its about other people clearly hating theirs and fucking things uo for you in the process.

I hate what I do, but I wouldnt purposefully sabotage someones payments. I dont have money for savings and generally only just get by every fucking month. But some horses dick has charged me twice for my monthly payment of my car insurance. Not only do i now not have enough money to cover the rest of my bills next week because they took it, but I will get bank charges and an extra large phone bill for the amount of time I was fucking put on hold. they then told me that I had changemy payment date! I have enevr spoken to the fuckers EVER because everything was done on the internet! Lying bastards.

Today I found myself crying in the toilets out of sheer hatred for my fucking shit job. Its all very well people telling you not to let it get to you, but how long does it have to go on for before enough is enough?

I'm sick of people speaking to me like I'm a piece of shit just because I cant answer their technical question (because I havent had the relevant training I was promised). I'm sick of people telling me their issue up to 5 times and me having to repeat the same fucking answer 5 times before they will get off the phone. The more they tell me the more its not going to magically sort itself out.

I was off work yesterday because I had a tooth out last week which got infected and turned into a swollen abscess. It hurt like crazy so I was back at the dentist yesterday to get it sorted out.

Its gone down now and doesnt really hurt, but I thought I would take today off as well just to relax and get rid of the last few twinges.

I had a genuine reason for not going to work, so why do I feel so guilty today???? I'm not what you would consider 'ill', I'm just getting over the pain. I know that everyone will be talking about me behind my back, having their sly digs and I should just think FUCK YOU ALL! But I dont... and I sit here watching the clock creep towards 9 and wonder if I should actually go to work? Why do I allow them to have this hold over me??? I cant help having dodgy gums!

My boss was off work last week, and I thought it would be a nice quiet week where I could get everything done without being moaned at or given stupid dumb ass jobs to do. Wrong.

There was so much work left on my desk that he had put there on Friday after I had gone home (fucking coward) and some of it was 3-4 days old which should have been dealt with on the day it came in.

I was so angry I went and complained the Director, and the daft thing is he didnt even really listen to anything I had to say! I tried my utmost to drop this prick in thei shit and for everything I said, he staretd rambling on about something totally none related!!! He did eventually say he would speak to him when he got back, but I know damn well he wont and again he will just get away with his unproffesionalism again and again, when its me who get the shit for the work not being done.