fuck this job.com

My God I won't last another day. The job search boards say to get out of a situation right before it gets really, really bad so that you don't screw yourself and take the first shitty offer that comes along, but I'm too burnt to care at this point. After 5 months of searching and being offered a position in a more expensive city with a $20K pay cut, I'm too fucking frazzled to do anything. Worse, it's affecting my personal life. I snap at family and have practically alienated my friends who don't want to hear about it. I can't blame them.

Every day I come to work with immature people and completely inept managers who tell me to "handle the problem" myself, even though it's their employees. I sit next to an office that blars music all hours of the work day, and I ask them to PLEASE turn it down, only to return from lunch to have the bass turned up and my walls vibrating again.

The ONE time that I put my own needs ahead of those of my staff what do they do? They run to HR and bitch that I'm being selfish. Okay, so all the other incidents over 8 years where I sacrificed my own time, salary, and vacation days so that they wouldn't be inconvenienced in any way and would only have to put in their 40 hours (barely) counts for nothing because the one time I need to get my head together and not work 60 hours this week I get hauled into HR to chat about my management style. So it's okay that my staff decided to be nosey and snoop in my locked office and find a paystub that was in a closed drawer and then spread my salary info throughout the company email which I monitor (my job, btw)? Ungrateful, uneducated inbreeds! This is why middle management stops fucking caring about the assholes below them because you're expected to cover up for your boss yet make your staff's lives easier all so that you can sacrifice your sanity!!! I'm so sick of this shit! And once one of them is upset, they fester and clump together like fucking cry babies and it's impossible to do anything because they all feel entitled to be pissed off because they were asked to put in just a fucking tiny bit of effort, still within their job, to maybe make something go right so that I don't have to go around fixing it for them! Oh my God, they may have to push their lunches back to 1:05 today.

I have a co-worker who has used me and everyone in my department for three years. She would flutter into our offices, compliment us on our hair or clothes, and then wham! ask for that favor. She was infamous for asking for that favor while scooting out the door early, leaving us with half information and an impossible deadline. Worst of all, I and my staff don't work for her, but when we said no, the owner of the company would intervene and ask me to do this favor. I got wise to her antics because she was always leaving for some dire emergency like her dog was sick or she had to go get her roots dyed, you know...the classic "I am more important than you" emergency. My work suffered. I was close to tears every day. I was snapping at my husband and I was angry all the time. And there was no one who would back me up while my boss was getting pissed at me because my work wasn't getting done. My staff and I were so stressed that I decided to take back my job. I told them that we have to say no to her little emergencies and refuse to help. After all, we were the ones making this bitch look good by sacrificing our personal time to do it. It's not like we were getting any kickbacks for being team players. That was one month ago.

I have a co-worker who has to make everything fucking little thing a song. You will say one little thing to him, like, "Send me an email," and he walks down the hallway singing that very phrase. He, of course, has his favorites. Like when he walks past the receptionist, he has to whistle "Get Your Freak On." Every. Single. Time. Irritating. Irritating!!!! I'll be in the middle of some very heavy writing and this joker will just walk past my office, pop his head in, and start singing some jingle, expecting me to laugh. Co-workers think he is sooooo cute and funny, even my own boss who hired this jackass.

Middle management is the grand fuck of all evils. Talk about a sandwich. My boss can waltz in here at whatever time he wants to in the morning, shout orders at me, then leave in time for his golf game. A 25-hour week at best. Then we have the people below me who scream and yell when things are backed up, yet ask them to stay an extra hour and they say, "F no, we're salaried and don't get overtime. That's why they pay you the big bucks." Oh right, the big bucks. Those bucks are so big that I had to get a part-time job to make them feel jealous. So what happens? I end up staying 60 hours per week so that my underlings can work a 40-hour week and to cover my boss's ass. No problem. I don't mind not having a social life. I don't mind having my assistant report to my boss, who overloads her so much that I can't give her anything off my plate so I can enjoy a good game of golf sometime.

Clickety clickety clickety...that's all I hear as she's walking down the fucking hallway from her oh-so-chic Steve Madden's which the rest of us would secretly wish a heal would break off of. No such luck. After being out on Friday to attend a conference (on my OWN vacation time and with my own money), the princess has made me her new best friend. I walked past her office, like I always do at 8:45 am, and she stops me in my tracks--lunch bag, purse, and keys in hand.

"Hiiiiiiiiii! I absolutely love your skirt! It's so cute!! Oh my God did you have a great weekend? You're glowing! You must have had a hot date...oh girl! You look great. Anywho, sorry to catch you so early, but I have a meeting at 9 am with presidente and I really need you to look over the notes to make sure that everything is coherent." This has nothing to do with my job or my salary.

WTF? I work for a small company that has numerous companies under one roof. It's a skeleton crew and many people do numerous jobs beyond their 40 hours per week. I've grown from a peon to a manager, and now I'm at the top of the food chain. For 6 years I politely kept my mouth shut, letting the work pile on and on and sacrificing my life, time, and eventually my sanity. People would drop things on my desk right before lunch then they would leave to go golfing or to see their "sick mother." They would think nothing of interrupting my job and daily goals to hand me more work -- and I don't even report to them! I'm a fucking manager! And I get yelled at because things didn't get done because I didn't delegate the work to my employee.