fuck this job.com

I found this lovely website by yahooing 'i hate my job' in a blind rage.

Thank you so much for this and everyone who posts. it sure as shit makes it easier, easier to cope with my ratshit job knowing other fellow NORMAL human beings exist in the same pit of despair as I drown in in a daily basis. Here's an idea, we at the fuckmyjob.com forum should organize a fuckmyjob.com luncheon only here there would be no earth shattering silence that so often accompanies the luncheons our jobs offer.

SO here's my vent. I am 18, in high school, and work 6 and a half hours after school. I liked the job at first and everyone liked me. I was pretty naive I guess. Or stupid. Or both. But quickly things went to shit and beyond.

The company had me working 40 hours a week during the summer, which is FULL TIME. They came to me and said, "You're going to have to work weekends sometimes. And you'll need to stay late, 7 or 8 o'clock to finish a shipment."

I said "Okay. That's overtime pay," almost as a subconcious thing. Of course it's time and a half after 40 hours. That's the fucking LAW. only this godforsaken job doesn't pay overtime. yet I was still required to go in on weekends.

My coworkers urged me. "Work saturdays so they'll see you're a hard worker," they said.

Think I did? Hell fucking no. I'm not lazy. I break my back everyday juggling school and an almost fulltime job. But they dont pay time and a half as required./ I don't give a shit if they like me for that. I like to keep my balls.

SO I suppose this maverick attitude sent all else in motion. (And I dont have a bad attitude.)

Many indian people work there. I like them, made friends with them almost immediately. They bring in indian food almost daily and give it to me. I get the recipes, I visit them at their houses. I consider these indian people my 'friends.' (Don't worry, there's a purpose to this, just keep reading)

ANyway, my direct coworker, the guy i work with on an almost daily basis, is, as luck would of course have it, an assfuck. he doesn't do his fucking job. he stops and goes to chat for an hour. i swear. an hour. i understand, we all take "breaks" to chat. But a fucking hour?!!! I started complaining to my superiors. "Look," I said, "I cant finish this order by myself. When he doesnt do his job i'm picking up twice the work load."

So he gets yelled at an immediately hates me. (Doesnt speak fucking english, so he reverts to the threatening stares instead.) I ignore it, don't complain to anyone.

he still doesn't do his job. I ask. "Where is he?"

Supervisor (incompetent of course) says, "he's working out back today. DOn't worry."

Don't worry?!!! Then fucking TELL ME he's working out back. It's that simple.

By the way, he's from guatemala or something.

So then I get an evaluation done by my boss, the owner of the company. I read it to sign it. It says, "We have many different cultures here and Jason needs to be more tolerant."

Well I flipped the fuck out! She pretty much summed me up as a bigot. And that's where the indian people come in. I love these people. We share food, you can't get more tolerant than that! The only thing I can think of is that because me and the guatemala guy dont get along, because he doesnt fucking work, because i take up his slack, somehow this is a race thing. (It always turns into that, even when here I am eating and talking, and visiting the indians.)

In to this fucking illegally operated comapny calling me a bigot, they say in the report that i worry to much about what others are doing. This is refering to my coworker.

Why? because I asked where he is? IT'S management's responsibility to tell me he's not working with me to today so then i wont ask. i shouldnt have to go and look.

let me know what you think, by all means. I'm looking to quit this fucking job. It's like sitting on the crusty rim of an unwashed asshole. aren't i right with these complaints?

Argggg!!!!!!