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Here I go again.....

Submitted by stuck-in-hell on Fri, 02/08/2008 - 01:58.

I have been with my company for 6 years. For 5 years I had a job in customer service. Answering complaints and questions all day on the phone (no, not all US companies have outsourced this function). I hated that dept. I would drive home in tears every night. I was angry all the time. I hated getting up in the morning and going there. Instead of just bitching about it, I decided to do something. I started looking for a new job with in the company. I believed in the company, thought it was a good place to be, agreed with the direction things were going in.


TGIF

Submitted by stuck-in-hell on Sat, 12/08/2007 - 00:32.

Another end to another shitty week! So, what do you do when you over hear an assistant manager talking shit about you? Mind you, this is someone that I have never said a negative word to and have alwasy had the utmost respect for. I could care less if she does not like me... after all I am not there to make friends, I am there to work, collect a paycheck at the end of the week, and gain enough knowledge that I can keep moving on up in the company (or go to the competition, which is looking real good right now!)But, the immaturity of it all! If she has a problem with an email I sent to SOMEONE else, then she should say something to my face about it.


Is this jr high school all over again?

Submitted by stuck-in-hell on Wed, 12/05/2007 - 01:19.
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Last week a co worker, I will call C, sent out an email about buying a supervisor and assistant supervisor Christmas gifts. She stated that for those who want to participate they have to give $8. So, everyone starts bitching and moaning amongest each other. First of all C always is the one who "volunteers" to buy gifts for the boss for boss' day, her bday etc. Also everyone felt that the assistant supervisor should not get as much. We also wanted to know what would be purchased.
So, after all this bitching and moaning (and yes I was guilty of it too!) I said I will email C and include everyone in the email and ask these questions: 1. What are we getting them, and perhaps we can make some suggestions, my suggestion was gift card to a restaurant. 2. Are we splitting the $ 50/50 between the 2 of them because the original email was not real clear about that. And 3. What if we can not afford to give the amount that was dictated to us. I get no response to these questions. I did also say in the email that I think it was really nice of C to offer to do this... blah blah blah. So, Monday another person emails everyone stating that C has ALWAYS done the gift getting and we should not question her judgement for gifts and that we should not micro manage the process. I ignore said email... and think WTF??? So, this morning C emails everyone and says she is no longer collecting $$ for the gifts becasue there is too much confusion going on. Now, mind you she NEVER answered the legitimate questions that several of us had!


Fat, hungry bitches

Submitted by stuck-in-hell on Wed, 10/24/2007 - 00:06.

I hate, no detest the people I work with. I am in an office full of women, and yes I too am a female. It is awful working with this bunch of bitches!
They order lunch almost every single day, and NEVER ask me if I want anything. And after they are done inhaling their, pizza, subs, chinese take out, etc. they start bitching about how fat they are. Well, I am no expert or anything, but I am pretty sure eating take out every single day will make you gain weight. Last Friday I was starving and they all ordered out, never told me, granted I had my Ipod on because I had to drown out their assinine conversations. Anyways, lunch gets there and people have chicken wings, and pizza and steak subs and it smelled so good. And I was so hungry. And then I was so f'n pissed that they never asked me to get any. So, I went to Burger King. YUCK! Sorry, to those who like Burger King, but a whopper and fries was not comparing to what they were having. Of course I said something. I always say something when they do this, yet they NEVER ask me to order something. And then God forbidden I go out and bring something good back! I have to hear it all afternoon.


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