fuck this job.com

Happy New Year, everybody.

I haven't posted in a while, not that you necessarily noticed (I don't expect anyone did), but my absence has not been due to workplace contentment, it's just that the time leading up to the holidaze sucked the life right out of me. Anyway. I'm back at work - things restarted here last Thursday, but were in full swing as of yesterday. Nothing has changed: my new office situation still sucks. I share space with 3 people: one is hostile, cold and overall just a horrid person who should have her own office and be far, far away from everyone else; one is dumb and relatively useless - he wouldn't be a problem if he didn't talk so fucking much; and one is very nice - I'd share an office with her any time, all the time. But they are not really what I'm here to complain about.

My fucking boss.

I admire his organizational skills and dedication. I do. He wants things to run smoothly and for everyone to have the resources they need. But he really does overdo it. If we have a meeting and discuss something to work on, me taking notes the entire time, why does he need to email me a reminder two minutes later? And why does we need to hurry and do some ongoing project that isn't due for months RIGHT NOW, completely disregarding what is already on my plate? My job has been reduced to the point that I feel like I'm his official email-writer. Autonomy? I'm sorry, I've never heard of such a word. He also has no sense of loyalty for his staff. He's quick to blame and/or reprimand his staff, rather than telling the higher up's to stop complaining about things that aren't actually complaints. I really hope he learns to do otherwise - I really hope the upper administration fucks him over BIG TIME and he learns that sticking up for his staff (when they deserve it) would probably help morale (not to mention be the ethical thing to do).

(As I write this, my Useless Office Mate is grilling my Nice Office Mate about her lunch. "What are you eating?" "Did you mother-in-law cook it?" "Did you bake it on a cooky sheet?" Shut. The. Fuck. Up. I don't mind chatting with coworkers, but honestly, if you have nothing to say, don't bother! Aarruughh!)