fuck this job.com

This may sound strange to most, however I know I will have the merriest of merry Christmases this year. As a currently unemployed person, I have no work stress to worry about, nothing I have to dread going back to, and I get to spend an extra couple of days with my family after Boxing day - without going straight back into work.

Im not unemployed by choice, Im on sick at the moment and Ill be able to look for a job in the middle of January. But for now, NO STRESS, NO OVERTIME, NO OFFICE POLITICS, NO PROBLEMS FROM COLLEAGUES, NO WORRYING THROUGH CHRISTMAS THINKIN, 'SHIT, IM BACK AT WORK TOMORROW'

If I had found this site say, 4 years ago, it would be practically jammed with my blogs about my jobs. As a temp worker, which I was back in the day, I must've had at least 15 jobs, none of which I look back on too kindly. So Im starting to wonder - is it me or the job?!? But thats beside the point because I write to you today fellow job haters with a blog about my most recent, 'blink and you'll miss it' job.

So after the monstrosity of the job at the Funeral Directors, I had sorted myself out with a new job which I explained in my previous blog. I was all packed up and ready to go and leave the past behind and get myself settled. Well thats what I thought would happen.

I am writing this blog in response to all the wonderful people who have replied to my previous blogs. There are so many comments it is hard to reply to them all individually without repeating myself so I am writing one blog that will hopefully answer all of your questions.

The most popular topic of debate seems to be 'Why didn't I involve the law?'

Basically it is my own fault that the law cannot possibly be involved. This is because I made a slight skimp on the truth in my last blog. After standing on her foot I accidentally punched her in the face. Now dont get me wrong, violence is VERY wrong and I have never actually punched anyone before, I am not a violent person. So for me to punch it must have been bad! Therefore I cannot involve the law as I could be done for GBH which could put me inside for 2 years! :oS

I actually included this at the end of another of my blogs but I think all should pay attention:

SERIOUS NOTICE

This is a serious notice to everyone who is suffering abuse at their jobs. Nobody has the right to abuse a co worker, despite their position and ranking within the company. I have had to put up with 10 months of verbal, mental and physical abuse from my supervisor, and nobody stood my corner. DO NOT LET ANYONE BULLY YOU. You are an employee just as is everyone else. If someone is bullying you, you need to do something about it. Do not sit back and take it because they will continue to hurt you. Please sort it out as soon as you can, and if necessary take legal action. I have been worn down by my supervisor and I have let her control my life for too long. At the end of the day, work is a way to pay the bills. Our health should not have to suffer too. So please heed this warning and if youre being bullied put a stop to it. It'll be the best thing you ever do.

By the way did I mention the job I am describing is at a Funeral Directors? How ironic.

If you have read my previous blog you will know what I am on about.

So I had set my personal leaving date to 15th December. That is the day I had decided I would take early Christmas holidays, never to return to this psychotic, circus tent of a job. I was going to play it cool, not letting on that I was hatching a plan to run off into the night never to be seen again. But however us, as people, have limits. And my plan was thrown into the air when I walked into the dingy office once more this morning, only to be greeted by a very WEIRDLY happy supervisor.

Check this out.

It was February 2006 and I had just returned to the city a month ago after breaking up from my then boyfriend who thankfully lived at the other side of the country. (Means I won't accidentally bump into him at least!) I had just come back to the city of my birth and I had nothing but my clothes and a few tacky souvenirs. I was sleeping on my mum's couch and I knew I needed a job. After endless searching, applying, signing myself up to every agency that existed, I had almost given up hope that I would ever find a job and would remain penniless, and 21, sleeping on the sofa.