fuck this job.com

This story that follows is pure fiction but is based on the reality of family run enterprises. This is the type of business where in many instances, family members are fast tracked up the corporate ladder and where relatives with no track record are given positions of power and responsibility.

The new secretary wanted to make a good impression with her boss so when two smart suited young men came striding into the office, she knew what she had to do.
“Is Mr. B in?” said one of the men in a condescending tone.

This story that follows is pure fiction but is based on the reality of family run enterprises. This is the type of business where in many instances, family members are fast tracked up the corporate ladder and where relatives with no track record are given positions of power and responsibility.

The new secretary wanted to make a good impression with her boss so when two smart suited young men came striding into the office, she knew what she had to do.
“Is Mr. B in?” said one of the men in a condescending tone.

So....what is it about being a secretary that makes you think that you are too elite to answer my simple questions with a nice response? Questions....like..."May I please have the key to the file room?"
-or- "Can you look up Child X's phone number for me?" Every secretary I have ever worked with was a total bitch. I make it a point to be extra nice to them, but they always have an attitude! Have any of you had the same experience?

I just found out that the other temps I work with make 13 an hour, but my piddly stupid ass is making 10.50. What the fuck to do?
I can't tell the temp cunts how I found that out without getting the others in trouble and me fired, but I sure called them clappity cunts and told them that I think it's time for a pay raise asn we need to talk...What would you guys suggest in this situation

Ive been there sine August, and so have other temps, but new ones they brought in this week also make 12, because I am nosy and asked and they told me.

Things are good at work, right now. I'm on top of my work, am getting a lot done, etc. But I'm afraid. Not for any good reason, I just think this work place breeds it in me. Things are never right. Or, there's no guarantee things will go right. Everyone, even my supervisor, feels this way. The people we support live from whim to whim and expect everything. We give support them, we make mistakes, but we are there for them. When we do something right, no-one says anything. When it's wrong...well, I'm sure you all know the routine. So, I'm just tired of feeling like I always have to watch my back.

Just checking in to bitch about one email. I know, I know, but it really annoyed me.

I sent out an unprompted status email regarding an ongoing project, and tried to be as specific as possible (I've been told in the past that doing this would be a good thing, especially regarding the unprompted part).

What did I get it return?

A letter condemning the content.

I addressed some of the content, because I know it is likely I'll be asked about it in the future. I was trying to be helpful and anticipate some questions, but received a scolding instead. It's not a huge deal, I wrote back apologizing, explaining that I was trying to be helpful, etc. The reason that moments like this upset me is because I'm trying to be on top of my work, trying to be helpful and not make the person come to me for info, but provide it for them before they ask. You know, diligence and shit.

Before I launch into my tirade, I wanted to note how grateful I am for this site. Lately, every email I've been sending my friends has been littered with complaints about work. These are justified, I suppose, but I feel bad to unload my ever on-going struggles with work onto my loved ones, over and over. So, whenever I'm tempted to email a friend and talk about how miserable my day from 8am - 5pm is, I'm going to come here. No one who reads or writes here expects anything different - a safe haven, if you will. So, to whoever started this and all of you who use it, thanks, I really need it.

That said...things are awful at work, just wretched. I'm sitting in my office with the door closed weeping as I write this (again, hormones are a contributing factor). It’s been busy, extremely busy and I made a mistake yesterday. It was cleared up, but I feel awful, especially considering I’ve been working my ass off. I feel like everything I do/have done is wrong and I’m terrible at this job. Maybe I’m just fated to fail, though I'm will to say that some of it must be my own fault. Maybe I’m overworked, maybe I don’t work hard enough, maybe both. The point is, I hate this job, I hate the work, I have everything about it and feel trapped here.

Another stressful week. This time of year is traditionally bad - everyone says so and everyone around here seems equally down-trodden. Now, part of this is hormonal, I know and duly report this, but...ugh, I just feel like crap, professionally

As a follow-up to my last entry: the issue with my boss has blown over, she's still stressed, but at least she isn't consumed with suspicion that I will fuck up everything.

What's got me down is more general.

I'm sad because myself and the people in my department who do my kind of work, are segregated, disrespected and overall looked down upon. It's true, we are the "important" people, we are support staff, but without us, things would simply fall apart. This is known, but not really acknowledged. Example: Everyone is invited to a party. It is stressed that this party is for everyone, and support staff is encouraged to come. Lots of money is spent on the party, but we are still expected to clean up afterwards - apparently there isn't enough money to hire janitors. To make matters worse, none of the support staff ever really feel comfortable going to such parties because they feel like outsiders and are treated like waiter/waitresses (which is not to disparage janitors and waiters, but we're not actually paid to do these things, nor do our job descriptions include these tasks). Failure to show up and clean up is seen as shirking responsibility. Meanwhile, the people for whom the party is actually thrown for (our bosses) leave half eaten plates of food anywhere, assuming that we will clean up after them, even though we were invited the same as they were. Hooray, party. (One of these days, maybe the powers that be will be more truthful about it - instead of inviting us, they'll just say "show up afterwards and clean." At least then we wouldn't feel used.)

SO,Friday i was late for 10 minutes and i called her from my house saying that i will be late because i had an emergency in the morning!
SHE.... SENT me HOME... and took a VACATION Day away from me!!!!
So i dont think it can get any worse than that!!!!
ROYAL BITCH

My inbox is full again with more mail. I've been doing this boring job for so long, one day bleeds into the next, and it seems that the mail is always full of mail for me to open and distribute. It's killing me. It's boring. It's constant. It's killing me. The very sight of it makes me want to throttle my boss. There are more degrading tasks to my day, but it's this one that depresses me most.

I finally got out of the shit hole I was working...no more scrubbing toilets with a clorox wipe for me!
I have been at this new job for four weeks on Monday. The job is not bad, I am doing medical billing, the work load is manageable, we get four 10 minute breaks and a half an hour for lunch. All in all it is good. But the people who work there are the whinniest most complaining bunch of bitches I have ever met in my life. I don’t understand what the fucking problem is. The complain about the management, who ask nothing more of you then to do your job. They complain about the breaks, they complain about the money, all they do is bitch and complain all day long! God it is enough to drive me crazy. The bitch at the desk behind me is on the phone constantly making personal calls to her boyfriend and mom...I can not understand what she has to talk about with her poor boyfriend cuz she spends all of her breaks on the phone with him too!

Ok so i just quit my job the other day and it feels so good to know that i am almost out of the fuckin hell hole that i have been in for the past year and a half. I don't understand why i stayed for so long but now i have a week left of my notice and it can't come soon enough. Now i have the boy wonder (the bosses son) following my everymove like a puppy dog and he won't leave me alone i just want to punch him in the face. it is not my fault that you cannot find a replacement. Maybe if you didn't keep this environment so uptight and hostile people will stay for more than 2 days. But that is not my problem because next friday is my last day and it is the best thing that i can think of happening.

Ok so i just quit my job the other day and it feels so good to know that i am almost out of the fuckin hell hole that i have been in for the past year and a half. I don't understand why i stayed for so long but now i have a week left of my notice and it can't come soon enough. Now i have the boy wonder (the bosses son) following my everymove like a puppy dog and he won't leave me alone i just want to punch him in the face. it is not my fault that you cannot find a replacement. Maybe if you didn't keep this environment so uptight and hostile people will stay for more than 2 days. But that is not my problem because next friday is my last day and it is the best thing that i can think of happening.

Dear Stupid Mother Fucker:

I am writing this to tell you I fucking hate this job, and quite frankly I hate you too! You are a self righteous jerk whose many issues are due largely in part to your small pecker!! (I do not know this for a fact, but I am willing to speculate at this point.) You can take this fucking job and stuff it soundly up you ass! Good luck finding anyone who will be willing to take on this suck ass job for the pittance you pay! Fuck you! Stop acting like I don’t do anything…and if you ever say to me you “do more by 12:00 then most people do all day” I swear to fucking god, I will punch you in your cocksucker! This is what I did “before 12:00” dickface:

My nemesis works in the half cubicle next to me, I say half because there are only two full walls and one half wall. She comes in late nearly every day, I get in early (at least 1/2 hour), she gets coffee and goes for a smoke before starting working - which is already late. Today her dumbass lawyer let her go home early. I didn't get to go home early. Actually, I never get to go home early. I take on new projects (yes, I'm an idiot), she only does her work, never helps out with the other stuff. She gets to talk on the phone at her fucking leisure, while I am drowning in work. Our managing partner is so feeble he can't even nix the smoke breaks.