fuck this job.com

That damn stupid bitch ass hooker has officially slept her way to the top! She is screwing our immediate supervisor and at a conference last month she slept with our Manaaging Partner! Our immediate supervisor handed in his resignation today and that bitch ass hooker was deemed the new supervisor. She has only been here about 7 or 8 months and the rest of us have been here years. Man it pays to be a ho! I am hoping for a hit on my resume soon! I cannot stand to work there anymore. I have been the rudest most belligerent bitch all day long.

I am a nice person. Patient, no. But I am forgiving, easy to laugh, and easy to get along with. But these qualities that I know I possess are being challenged daily. I have never worked with someone like this. I guess I have been blessed in the co-worker department until now.

Here is what I want to do: go into work everyday, exchange some pleasantries with the other paralegal, and get on with doing what I do.

Here is what happens: I get a fucking reenactment of her night, and then the conversation she had with her boyfriend on her way into work, I get bombarded with ridiculous questions (such as: ""Why did ____ do _____?" I don't know! Why don't you ask them?!?!?!?), and then she just will try to start random conversations throughout the day when I am trying to meet my deadlines.

I cannot stand working here another day! Here's the prob, my supervisor has his head so far up his ass he keeps running off all the good workers. Normally I would not give a fuck, but I am being left with all the work while he goes on vacation or goes to having meetings with the all the big decision makers or goes to just fuck around. ON top of all that there is this one annoying ass bitch of a co-worker that I have who is driving me crazy. This girl kisses so much ass I cannot believe her lips have no rubbed off yet. Of course my boss likes this and does everything he can to protect her. This bitch comes to work anywhere from 9:30 to 12:00 leaves and then comes back sometime after five.

Took last Friday and today off. You can see I am just sitting here dreading going in tomorrow. I swear, taking vacation time off at this place just seems to make it even worse when I go back.

At 8:30 on Friday morning, my cell phone started ringing. I hadn't even made it out of the city yet. It was the other paralegal calling, who is so stupid, she should not even be allowed to move her face in a way that would lead someone to believe she was trying to talk. She had a question about the enumerated list of tasks I left for her to handle in my absence. I mean, they were all really complicated tasks, so I should probably try to be more understanding. The one that she found so challenging was to make a copy of a lawsuit and mail it out to someone via certified mail. She couldn't figure out which label to use on the envelope.

The dress code in my office is pretty lax. The assistants and admin people are allowed to wear jeans as long as they look decently professional.
And then there's Wifey. She has shown off a belt costing more than a few of my month's pay, because it’s made by whatever designer. Her jewelry weighs down her skeletal body. Earrings pull down her poor earlobes in what should be a form of medieval torture. Misplaced necklaces leave implants. Waiting for her to show up is like walking into a modern day freak show.
There is nothing better than her white Capri pants. Nothing. Imagine, if you will, and elderly woman (late 60's) who is a walking, cosmetically enhanced, skeleton. The Capri pants land a few inches below her knee, showing a fair amount of shin. If this isn’t alluring enough, there’s the actual pants themselves. The material is a thin, white material, stretched over her being. However, you don'’t realize they are white until you look at the hem, where the material is actually white. That is when it dawns on you —they're see through. You are looking through the pants of a senior citizen. Your stomach boils, but that isn’t the end of the pain. For some reason, Wifey feels the need to bend over, constantly, ONLY when wearing these pants. You take note of the VPL (Visible Panty Line, for those of you not in the know). You want to be sick, but you realize it's probably for the best because seeing a thong in this scenario would be far more traumatizing.

When I found this website it was a relief to know that now I had a place to vent my anger and frustration from my job. The work itself is not difficult, and most of the people who I work with are friendly and a general pleasure to be around. However, one person in the office has managed to virtually destroy my will to live.
Just to rewind for a moment, I work at a law firm as an administrative assistant. I quit my old job doing retail to get a job that was more professional. Choosing this specific law firm to work at probably was one of the worst choices I’ve ever made. To top it off, I’m in college and am dependent on my income to continue my education.

I'm starting a public defender's office on August 1st. It felt so good to put in my two weeks. And the funny thing is that they are still trying to give me crap at my office. But I don't care--I won't be there and since I have a new job, what are they going to do, fire me? I know I shouldn't burn bridges, but I'm not going to grovel at this point. F them all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now I have to learn as much as I can about criminal law and look for a new apartment. Not only do I have a new job, I get to move to a cool new town by the ocean.

Hopefully, I won't be posting here so much any more. Hopefully I won't be so miserable anymore. To everyone here, I know how much it sucks to have a job that you hate, but just keep sending out your resume and things will get better.

I work with a real asshole attorney who flips from one day to the next from being nice to a total asshole. I have completely had it with this jerk. The final straw for me came Friday when he told me (in front of a co-worker as well) that my voice is too loud and its unprofessional and that I need to change my voice or find a new job. I simply can't believe it. I simply walked away, went to my office and burst out in tears I was so shaken up and upset. My office manager was on vacation at the time and a coworker called her to tell her what happened and she called me saying "Don't worry about that asshole".

Earlier today I goodled "I hate my job"... just to see.

Coming accross this site was perfect. Here goes.

I have only been here upwards of 6 months, and I have never been more miserable. I suppose I have only me to blame for puting myself in this situation, but still I wish I caould see any way out of it.

My mother passed when I was a Senior in Highschool, and coincidentally I was choosing my future at the same time. Instantly I didnt give two shits what I was going to be. I wanted my Mom. So I chose Paralegal Studies at Bradford School in Pittsburgh. 16 months later, I have degree as a Paralegal.

there is just no way that i can win with this job. everything i do is wrong. i think i am expected to work too much. i don't want to work 50 to 60 hours a week. especially doing crap that i don't care about and is pointless. my job responsibilities are not outlined, i have no idea what i am supposed to do. file aren't mine unless something has gone wrong and i really can't take it anymore.

Like many others on this site, I hate my job. I have been working at my firm for nearly a year now and I find the work meaningless, overwhelming and unrewarding. I really want to leave--I've sent out resumes and I have gone to a few interviews. My only problem was that I was in a nasty car wreck the summer after my first year of law school, so I never really had time to work over the summers and because I missed nearly a semester in school, I wasn't able to do all of the clinics and other classes that give you practice experience. So I finished school having no idea what type of law I wanted to practice.

Well heres the story: I went to work for this lady attorney that I thought was nice ohhh about 7 months ago. It's real estate law and it's very stresful. I had to learn a new part of the job in ohhhhh 4 weeks b/c after giving me the job she decides to leave for a long Christmas. While I am stuck in the office with no idea what to do. So brokers realtors etc are calling pissed at me b/c she isn't there to help them and I don't know how. I also should mention I was only getting paid $10 an hour. However, the agreement was she would pay me more when we got more business which was one of my objectives. The other girl in the office called in the whole time the attorney was gone. Great now I am by myself. Oh and I should mention we are moving our office on January the 1st. So guess who also got to do all of the packing and had to be at work the Saturday before. You guessed it me. So I began getting stressed out. I told the attorney it was too much for me to do alone. She assures me she has high hopes for me and to stick it out b/c when we move the pain in the ass other girl wouldn't be in the office at all anymore. Plus I would have a new girl to help b/c she was doing office share with another attorney and paying half her wages. Noting that most entry level office assistant make 28k a year. And me 19k. To make a long story short I worked very hard and learned everything in a few weeks and became extremely proficient at my job. My boss take abother mini vay every month which realy began to piss me off worse. The pain in the ass girl got an office and a new chair. Which I sat in one day. The pain in the ass is also a SUPER CHRISTIAN who looks at people and sees something she doesn't like about them and then berates them and acts snotty and put offish. She sees me in the chair and says your not taking that from me too. And literally grabbs the chair (and my arm in the process) and rips it out from under me. Now my arm is bleeding from claw marks so I tell the attorney. Guess who the peace loving hippie free spirit is. The "don't be confrontational attorney". She didn't even reprimand the other girl. Tells me to have good Karma and everything will be ok. I should have smacked the fuck out of both of those stupid bitches. Now the other girl who was half employee doesn't do anything to help us at all. And the attorney also knows this. She says I will take care of it. But she doesn't cause shes a cowardly mousy stupid douche bag. Plus she looks annoyingly nerdy in her squared off 60's glasses. Which I find amusing b/c everyone makes fun of them behind her back. So as of about February the attorney stops working at all. She gets her hair/nails/spa done EVERYDAY or out to lunch. Plus she is getting married after living with the same guy for 9 yeras. Funny how she thought that getting married to a guy you've screwed for 9 years meant everyone had to heed your demands and give you your way and all the attention. So I continually point out that I am about to die the job is killing me I need help. She continues not to listen. Now she wants to kick out the other attorney b/c her husband is moving into the office. I should have told the stupid bastard only he is a moron and has it coming. Meanwhile:

I almost wrote this in a response to a client today. This is getting really bad. I am an attorney and 99% of these asshole clients think its okay to treat me like their personal fucking doormat. Today asshole sends me documents, I can't open them on my blackberry and tell him I will open them in afternoon when I return to office. He responds "from now on give me accknowledgement as soon as you receive email so I don't wonder." I want to respond, from now on, go fuck yourself.

I work 10 - 12 hours a day and on weekends. If I quit, I won't be able to pay mortgage and will lose house. I feel trapped. Would not be as bad if some of these clients could just have some common courtesey. I now it sounds like such a little thing, but if they could just try saying please and thank you it would make it a lot easier to do this job. But no, I send them things that i have worked all day on for them and usually get no response unless it is to complain. They call me non stop, send email demanding things "ASAP" and cannot even take the time to say please. Since when did people become so FUCKING RUDE?

I had a close call yesterday, guys. I mean, sweat rolling down my body, hands shaking, kind of close call. It started innocently enough. One day I was exchanging tales of frustration about the new paralegal with one of our Associates. I told him that she is forever asking me questions about shit that just doesn't really matter. Stuff she should just know. He asked for an example, and I couldn't think of one of the top of my head. The next day I had one. I sent him an email entitled "Timely Example."

Yesterday I sent him an email entitled "More Timely Examples," it included:

1. "Can I fold this," (about a letter that needed to be mailed out);

Yep, called in this morning. I had a little bit too much to drink last night and am still pretty hungover. So i guess I am "sick." Sick of work. Sick of all those jackasses. Now I feel so guilty I can't relax.