fuck this job.com

I got in this morning and found my desk moved. Fuckwad says it's supposed to increase my productivity. He doesn't realize that my productivity would be just fine if he wasn't a nasty, evil bastard. He could move my desk right in front of his...I'll still bullshit.

I'm supposed to be transcribing an audio tape, but the bitch that was talking was speaking so low and mumbling and whining and shit, and there's about 45 minutes of this. So of course it's going to take some time to do it. I've had the tape for about a week, but transcribing isn't all that I do. So of course Fuckwad thinks I'm not doing shit because I didn't finish transcribing the tape. So he moves my desk at an angle where he's able to peak his head out and see on my computer what I'm doing. So instead of facing the door with windows, I'm facing a wall.

I noticed that he was peeking on my screen a lot more because he would "find reasons" to go to the supply closet which is [of course] behind my desk. He'd go there about 3-5 times a day. For WHAT?!? He doesn't do shit. It's only just to see what I'm doing.

Now this is the same bastard who goes to the sushi bar 3 times a week for over 2 hours. This is the same bastard who lets work slip by because "I don't feel like doing" this and that. He's the laziest bastard I've ever seen and he has the audacity to discuss *MY* productivity?

Obviously, he doesn't understand my smarts. Why do bullshit when he's just sitting at his desk? Why not wait until he's on the phone having an extensive conversation (like RIGHT NOW!!!) for me to go bullshit? Does he REALLY think I'm that stupid? I also notice that he wants to be able to see through the front door with the surrounding glass doors what I'm doing when he comes from the squathouse or from his extended lunch. He wants to sneak up behind me. I peep him. That's oK.