fuck this job.com

wth

bullshit

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This job is lame.......One week we'll be given a new policy, the next week it has either changed or is dumped...all we get are e-mails from upper management about how bad we are doing, and then they'll give us 5,000 more files to complete by the end of the month...and the people who work here are all robots...the guy who sits in front of me watches me when I get a phone call...he'll even ask me who it was...none of your fucking business!!!!...but he is a little brown noser, who'll do anything to get someone reprimanded...

I hate this job, where the hell would i find a good one? All the ones around here pay too little...fuck this job

I hate my fucking job, My fucking bosses are fucking cheapskates and want me to bust my ass for this piece of shit job. Ive called so many other agencies, and theyre all getting paid more than me. This bitch(my boss/manager) is such a .......well bitch. She fucking expects me to do all this fucking work and pays me shit. No one else works on saturdays, and this tramp has me working on saturdays. She can come in 2-3 hours late and leave 3 hours early, yet i get bitched if im 5 minutes late......For future references.....Dont ever work for some pakistan bastards, their so fucking cheap(except for themselves) and they expect you to work 200% to make them rich, like their fucking special or something.

If I had found this site say, 4 years ago, it would be practically jammed with my blogs about my jobs. As a temp worker, which I was back in the day, I must've had at least 15 jobs, none of which I look back on too kindly. So Im starting to wonder - is it me or the job?!? But thats beside the point because I write to you today fellow job haters with a blog about my most recent, 'blink and you'll miss it' job.

So after the monstrosity of the job at the Funeral Directors, I had sorted myself out with a new job which I explained in my previous blog. I was all packed up and ready to go and leave the past behind and get myself settled. Well thats what I thought would happen.

Hi,

I have been in this job around 4 years now, i have asked on numerous occasions to be promoted and yet on each one they have said you will be promoted but you have to prove yourself, how the fuk do i prove myself, i get on with my wokr, i get it all completed daily, i even help other fuking teams out & get ther friggin wokr done, and i receive no gratitude what so ever, then the managers have the cheee to say i have to prove myself, what the fuk

I fuking hate going to work, the thought of work puts me in a bad mood, i did at one stage like it there, but now with all this stress & lies i hear from the co workes & managers, its making me sick!

This women is the most ugliest bitch I ever saw, Control Freak, Insecure, Slave Driver, puts down her employes, takes her employees ideas and uses them as her own. The dept does all the work and she takes the credit, stares at you with her bugged out blue eyes, her skin is all jack up liver spots dried up rawhide skin, has rolls of fat on her back she should be put back on her meat slabs hooks, her breath smells like shit, plus she has a 400 lb Senior name Sheila that kisses her ass brown nose bitch, both women all they do is email, email, email, they don't do shit all day long. There always have meetings to make themselves look busy all they talk about is the dept.

We have this bitch in the dept name Mrs. Kelly, she the most insecure, Control Freak, bitch I ever saw, she takes people ideas and uses them as her own, she talks down to her employees and Other Managers, she does not know shit about what she's suppose to do, all she does is email, email, email, email.. She's one ugly bitch dried up rawhide skin bugged out eye bitch..She has rolls of fat on her back she should be put back on her meat slab hooks. Allot of people in the Dept hate her. She makes you work like a fucken dog, then takes all the credit, we have contracts stating our clients for 72 hour turn around time for putting out the volume of work that comes in for the day, this bitch makes it 24 hour turn around time to make herself look good in front upper Management, she changes the company procedure and Client contracts to make her ass look good. Fake ass bitch...

Hello fellow job haters...this is my first rant after viewing this site for a few months. Well, here goes: I am so fucking sick of working and I have no ambitions left. All I want to do is stay home with my precious 6 month old daughter, but I know this is just a pipe dream. When I took my shitty 6 weeks short maternity leave I was much happier, calmer, less stressed, and more balanced than I ever have been. Never mind the fact that I have 4 years of college under my belt--you see, I have been brainwashed by society and my parents, of course, into thinking that I have to get the degree, I have to get the lucrative job in the corporate world, and I have to devote all of my time, energy, and livelihood into playing the toxic corporate games of petty office politics, backstabbing, and lying to get ahead just so I can be considered "successful" by society's standards.

A play in parts, written by Tusagi Luna, directed by the ghost of Christopher Marlowe.

SCENE I. TUSAGI. The larger closet (serving as the computer room) of my the vintage 1920s apartment.

Enter TUSAGI, academic posing as wage slave, dressed in tank top and summer skirt.

I count the days before I operationalize my plan to quit. It is quite a stupendous act of deceit and skilfull acting. I have calculated my employer's response and how I will answer to him. I have covered my ass, err, bases by informing my close relations of the possibility of running into my employer. I have picked the perfect quitting work outfit. I am ready to sensibly lie on why I am devastated to quit the "opportunity of a lifetime". In sum, I could have been the most sought out actor in Elizabethan theater:

I work for an insurance company that recently went public. I got a promotion that with the understanding that until school for my daughter started, I would continue my duties after normal business hours. But without notice I had all of my files, etc, taken by upper management because the marketing director could not wait until the next business day for our numbers. "To service our investors". Without notice, or warning. The fucked thing about it was that I was asked to apply for this position. Asked. I was happy being a sales supervisor, happy with my own fucking little perks. Until school starts, I presume, I have to be fucking customer service!! Something that wasn't even in my original job description. Anything to help out the team, sure, but fucking required overtime, half hour lunches? Smoke breaks 'not scheduled' aren't allowed for csr's but goddammit! I'm not a fucking CSR!!!!!!

So I left the software company after two harrowing years. I wanted to be "professional" and give them plenty of notice so that they could hire a replacement. I know, I know-- you're thinking that they might have had me train the replacement. But, even now, my mind just reels at that thought. They would never have imagined that I would "train my replacement." Sure, it sounds like something that mature, intelligent, responsible people would do, but they were immature, stupid and irresponsible. They talked a lot about being "professional, blah, blah" but they were really just mean little kids. So they let me work until I found a new job and they kept "an eye on me." It was a just a carnival of hate!

The first moron favorite:

"If it was fun, it wouldn't be called work."

Thank you, moron. Let me blow your mind. (Just your mind, Cheese Puff!) I'm saying that I have something of value--the work that I do--no, seriously, the work--and this company wants to trade something of value (money) for that work. See! Isn't logic and reason fun! Oh, we have such fun times!

A moron classic:

"If it was pleasant, they wouldn't have to pay you to do it!"

Oh boy. This is a derivative of the first item. Let's figure out what this means. I should do unpleasant things for money. That is, I should suffer pain for money. So it's okay to hire someone to be tortured, right? It should be okay, as long as you pay them enough, right?

In the Odyssey, the hero is told by the gods to carry an oar inland until somebody asks him why he's carrying a winnowing fan. The idea is to get so far from the ocean that nobody has ever seen an oar. Five years ago I left a big insurance company and I wanted to do something similar. Just drift until I found people who didn't know what an insurance company was. I'm still drifting.

Recently a front page article in the New York Times talked about "missing men" who have dropped out of the work force in their forties and fifties. It never mentioned what a "soul sucking" experience working in an office can be. It's no mystery why the folks on this site would "drop out." The misery. The feeling of being alone and helpless. The agony. The fear. I am lucky enough to be able to scrape by with a newspaper route, but the ultimate answer for me is the same one that everyone here is seeking. How in the hell can the world be so INSANE? How can workplaces be so fouled up? There has got to be an answer, doesn't there?