fuck this job.com

Woop-de-fucking-do... I'm back in hell. Actually, hell is probably more predictable and manageable at this point. I think I am in the shithole trailer park down the street from hell...

This company is seriously held together with hopes, dreams and paper clips. Everyone's attitudes suck, mine included, and it's got to be because we all know that we are dancing our way down a gangplank that is hovering over the pit of despair! At least all of the office staff is like this because we don't make shit. Packets of sugar make more money than we do. Meanwhile the human paper weight we call our 'President' clears about $10K a month, and he's been telling everyone that he's taken a pay cut to keep the business afloat. WTF? I'd like to know what he was making before he took the pay cut!

I am so burned out on this place that I can't be bothered to give it even 80% of my attention anymore. I've pretty much checked out, just doing the bare minimum to get by--in actuality, I'm giving them a bargain for what they're paying me. I know people that make more than me who haven't graduated from high school, let alone struggled to pay their way through an undergrad AND graduate degree. I'd have more $ if I cashed a roll of toilet paper every other week...

Please tell me how the FUCK one is supposed to continue under such circumstances without losing their mind? No, I thankfully don't have to put up with belching, farting, pants-shitting coworkers (hilarious!), but that would be easier to cope with than trying to decode the hidden agendas and cryptic stares of the managers with whom I share my level of employment. Why am I not treated or paid like a manager, but expected to produce like one?

There once was a time that I was scared thinking of how to approach my supervisor with the official 2 weeks notice talk, but now, I'm waiting to pop a bottle of champagne while I'm in his office explaining that I will take my absence in 2 short weeks. I'm gonna do the Daffy Duck 'Woo-Hoo!' dance all over his desk, then bounce like a pogo stick down stairs and out the door. Good luck trying to find my replacement too.