fuck this job.com

One of the new labor market war cries is that the new generation has no sense of employer loyality. Well, can you blame them? I don't care what anyone says, seniority is a greater liability than an asset. Gone are the days when employers recognized the value of experience that comes with longevity. Now, senior employees are nothing more than a payroll burden.

I just got royally fucked by my own seniority -- again. Bad enough Senorita Psycho, the incompetent interior designer wench, shitcanned me for allegedly not knowing my job ... the same fucking work I've been doing for the last 24 years. The same work she knows absofuckinlutely nothing about. Now they went and cashed out my accrued leave balances and, in their infinite generosity, will give it to me in a lump-sum payment. Great. Now I get to pay a shitload of taxes back to the same govt operation that just got through shoving it up my ass sideways.

I am fed up with the way our system works! Sick and tired of the hard working citizens being shit on!

I am a 20 year old single mother, who works full time and attends college at night. I am NOT on any kind of welfare nor live off others tax dollars. Recently i have found myself in a hole, without any financial support from my daughters father, i am forced to live in a small apartment with a good amount of people. As you can imagine i want my own place. It is not fun to live as an adult in some aspects and as a child in others. So knowing i would most likely win the lottery before i got a dime out of my daughters father, i decided to research some government funding options for affordable housing. Now dont get me wrong i did not want to do this, i have spent almost two years making ends meet without any support other than my pathetic paycheck. So anyways i work as a assistant human resources manager and a large percentage of our employees are on local housing,so i looked into it. What a waste of time! Apprently i am not eligible. Why? Whats the problem? Is it because im not some racial minority? Is it because i work full-time? Is it because i pay taxes? O wait is it because i dont collect on welfare and thrive off other peoples money? Please do tell me. Is it because i want to make something out of my life rather than sit on my fat lazy ass and pop out five or ten more children? Is it because im not some recovering crack addict or alcoholic? Tell me is it because i have goals and morals? Is it because i just need the assistance for a short time, until i get onto my feet?

Well, I was offered the new job I interviewed for. The president of that particular campus where I'll be working seems to like me and my ideas a lot, so that was a pleasant interview, and I was also relieved, as it was the last interview in the whole process. Now, I'm simply waiting for the salary negotiations to begin.

The issue is with my current job. I'm going to be turning in my resignation this week. The thing is, I think my immediate supervisor knows that I'm leaving. I believe she has sensed it, and she's starting to treat me differently. For example, she does not respond to me when offer saluations like "Good morning" and so on. She shoves stuff to me, rather than hands them. Everything is a problem and must be "changed" or "corrected". I really don't need this shit, but as soon as I negotiate my salary on my new job, I'm going to print my resignation letter on marigold paper and in 17" font, come in early and leave it on her desk! And she can do with it what she may. I'm also going to send a "regular" copy to H.R. to make sure that they understand that I'm leaving on good terms.

We've heard about the Enrons, the Worldcoms, and the Haliburtons and how their CEO's made out with obscene amounts in salaries and compensation, but the Smithsonian?

The Smithsonian is a wonderful network of museums, zoos and research facilities that offer a wonderful service to our country, but to have it's chancellor, currently Lawrence Small, making close to $900,000 a year with additional unauthorized expenses of up to $2 million is absolutely absurd and is a tell-tale sign that our country is really heading downward.

What makes this even more egregious is that he had the audacity to tell his middle and lower staff to help keep operating costs low by turning off lights in hallways, finding ways to consolidate long-distance phone calls and so on. There were reports in the Washington Post on how several of the 18 museums under his jurisdiction are grossly under-staffed and under-maintained. In fact, the Museum of Aerospace & Science has holes in the ceiling. At the National Zoo, patrons complain about super long lines and the lack of tour guides. All this occurring, while this bastard is charging the tax-payer $15,000 to replace the french doors at his home, $5,000 for limo drivers, and the bill keeps edging up and up and up.

I called in today. First of all, I spent half of the night working on my novel, so I awoke feeling quite overtired, and I had absolutely no interest in going into the office today. After all, it is a waged, temporary position. Frankly, I doubt I'll be missed.

I do not hate the people I work with. Though I believe that they are a bit too beholden to their bosses, I respect them and I have had quite enjoyable moments working with them and spending time with them outside of the office.

What is depressing me, to some degree, is the nature of my work. It is unbelievably unrewarding. It is what I like to call "nothing work". It just does not have the sort of meaningfulness that I desire at this junction in my life.

How should I describe my job. I guess I begin with the New York State fiscal budget. It starts with the Governor, in this case Elliot Spitzer, who at the end of each fiscal year is charged with drafting an Executive budget to be approved or amended by the state Senate and Assembly and signed. From the hallowed halls of the Legislature, it is walked upstairs to the Governor's Chambers and sent back to his desk for for approval. Next year, the budget will be more than $120 billion dollars, among the highest in American history and certainly the most expensive New York State has ever had. Two years ago it was $107 billion dollars. Last year, our bandits in state government raised it to $113 billion dollars. Among the appropriations for highway repairs, subsidized nursing home care and rubber gloves for the Department of Correctional Services guys to examine anuses with, outgoing Governor George E. Pataki approved a line in the spending, probably somewhere around $30,000, to employ a temporary office assistant to work in the Office of Mental Health. Like a growing zygote in the womb of its mother, that line took form, breathed life and became me; a temporary office assistant assigned to one of the myriad bureaus contained within one of the biggest departments in one of the biggest and certainly most spendthrift states in America. The politicians should have gone to the clinic and had me aborted.

I left the most perfect job because the hours sucked. So, I took a pay cut and came to the worst fucking job ever!!! The people are assholes, I try to talk to them and they just stare at me like I've got too freaking heads!!! And, the job itself sucks!! I have to answer the phone and listen to people bitch at me continuously because other people in the damn office are lazy asses and don't show up 90% of the time so their department is 9 MONTHS behind in getting their product out!! And when they are there they don;t answer the phone!! So I am supposed to tell these people that someone will call them all the while knowing no one will, and when they ask when someone will get back to them I'm supposed to say "I don't know." that makes me look like a complete dumbass!!! I am miserable all the time and actually have to drink to be able to go to sleep because I dread the next day so fucking much!!!! I'm looking for another job but I swear I can't get out of there fast enough.

This is something I did years ago that made me very happy.

I used to work in a place even worse than the one I am in now. If I told you about the cartoon character psyche ward escapees who worked there you would not believe me.

Anyway, there was a woman who worked there who hated everyone even more than I did. She used to have a good cry every morning before she came to work. She worked in administration so she handled everyone’s paperwork, including her own.

One day she had had enough. She started writing her paperwork to leave without telling anyone. This was a federal government job and it takes tons of paper to get in and out of those jobs. She told no one but me that she was leaving.

If. I. Have. One. More. Student. Lie. To. Me. My. Head. Will. Explode.

Normally during the course of the average day, I am surrounded by divergent dysfunctional personalities and archetypes. Factor in that I am comfortably in my forties with no children, have a husband (my second) who recently cheated on me and also that I am in the process of backing myself off of my anti-depressant meds and it is all just a recipe for impending disaster. Part of my (vastly underpaid, highly overworked, blahblahblah) workday revolves around collections of cash payments due from students at our little vo-tech school. So, therefore, I get lied to as much at work as I do at home.

Holy crap this week was the worst in about seven years at this hell hole. I am totally pissed and just want to get the hell out of here. The people I support are a bunch on lazy slobs and managers are the worse. Totally useless with no skills will get you promoted faster than is humanly possible.

Suggested that some lazy slob work with our group to deliver services to their units client and she went off like I was telling her to cut her arm off. "WHAT I HAVE TO WORK...." yes that's correct you lazy bastard. EARN YOUR paycheck for once in your life.

These people should just stay the home. No one will notice you are gone you do not work and you have not produced anything in about 15 years.

WTF was i thinking when i decided to jump from Sydeny to the middle of the freakin desert in a small country town with 3500ppl to do a job a have absolutely less the 25% capability of doing, They must have been desperate, i mean to pay $6500 to lug all my gear across the country, to tell me on arraival that my interview was terrible, now they shove me in an office and say get to work........ Maybe i didn't make it clear enough i'm possibly a handicao and need mumas nipple juice until i find my feet, but honestly.......do they jsut through ppl into roles they are under qualified for these days with the skillz shortage and expect the results of HD stuidents.

I work for a public entity. Recently two of my co-workers left for better high paying jobs in the private sector. Rather than payin us for our skill sets, experience, and longevity, our bosses simply tell us that we need to remember that we are part of the public sector so we need to keep that in mind. Fuck that. We may be public, but we make roughly 1.5 million a day. I support more users than my ex co-workers private sector jobs support. Besides that, when I look for another job, it's not like I stop and say, "I must consider that this is a private sector job and not a public sector job, so I should accept less money." I'd only say that if I was a fucking idiot like my bosses.

Got a job 2 and half months ago with The Government. The acting director had to go away for medical reasons and left someone else in charge. The problem is, this asshole thinks that the job is his forever. He pushes his weight around and thinks that he is the shit. Today, he asked me to make him some coffee. no please, no eye contact, no nothing. So, he got no coffee. Fuck him. and he is a foreigner to my country. He better fuck off if he knows what's good for him. Who does he think he is? He sits back and asks me all day, "any thing I need to know?". I tell him all the time "No, What would you like to know?" Doesn't he know that he is only left in charge to sign documents, etc.

I can't believe the utter bullshit cliche-driven drivel that is spoken as the main form of communication in this office. I sit here and listen to Karen with her false whooping laugh, as she tries to finish other peoples sentences and laughs heartily at her own jokes, all the while never listening, only talking, talking, talking. Screeching and cackling, attempting a false humility only if it can curry her favour, acting like she's popped a couple of prozac if somebody who is unfamiliar with the department's usual depressing silence should deign to visit. On many occasions she's blatantly passed the work of others off as her own, even in front of those who created it. She fakes knowledge via a meaningless vocabulary of management speak that could get a full house at buzzword bingo within minutes, and if questioned upon the topics she feigns expertise on, she simply absolves herself of responsibility for the detail in question.

I hate everything about my job.

I hate the people who work here, the people who come in here, I hate the building, the lights, phone, the floor, the noise, the gossip, the pettyness, the sheer ignorance, the extreme laziness, and this DEAD END SITUATION.

Do you know what I realized yesterday on my way to work? I realized that the disdain for this place shows on my face. I was boarding the bus and this guy says to me "why do you look so mean?" The lightbulb went off and and the thunder rolled. My only response to him was to tell him, well, I am on my way to work.

In the morning I wait until the last possible moment to leave the comforts of my home because I feel like everyday that i come to this place, is a day of my life that has been wasted.