fuck this job.com

Everyday is a waking nightmare. At first, the job seems fun, its great. Until you have a title that is way too long, and you still make the same amount as you were a year ago. Literally, I have 7 working titles at this job yet I am so stupid to my boss. Doesn't make sense, does it? I've been here for a little over three years and have been promoted to middle management at a radio station in no time, my evaluations are superb, and the money slowly comes. So, I'm obviously stupid since I don't see what I am doing wrong.

I have a co-worker who has used me and everyone in my department for three years. She would flutter into our offices, compliment us on our hair or clothes, and then wham! ask for that favor. She was infamous for asking for that favor while scooting out the door early, leaving us with half information and an impossible deadline. Worst of all, I and my staff don't work for her, but when we said no, the owner of the company would intervene and ask me to do this favor. I got wise to her antics because she was always leaving for some dire emergency like her dog was sick or she had to go get her roots dyed, you know...the classic "I am more important than you" emergency. My work suffered. I was close to tears every day. I was snapping at my husband and I was angry all the time. And there was no one who would back me up while my boss was getting pissed at me because my work wasn't getting done. My staff and I were so stressed that I decided to take back my job. I told them that we have to say no to her little emergencies and refuse to help. After all, we were the ones making this bitch look good by sacrificing our personal time to do it. It's not like we were getting any kickbacks for being team players. That was one month ago.

WTF? I work for a small company that has numerous companies under one roof. It's a skeleton crew and many people do numerous jobs beyond their 40 hours per week. I've grown from a peon to a manager, and now I'm at the top of the food chain. For 6 years I politely kept my mouth shut, letting the work pile on and on and sacrificing my life, time, and eventually my sanity. People would drop things on my desk right before lunch then they would leave to go golfing or to see their "sick mother." They would think nothing of interrupting my job and daily goals to hand me more work -- and I don't even report to them! I'm a fucking manager! And I get yelled at because things didn't get done because I didn't delegate the work to my employee.

Hello everyone,

I hate my fucking job sooooo fucking much. I have 2 bosses, both of whom are fucking morons. They compete with each other for the title of "Biggest Fucking Moron Asshole Dickhead Lying Fuckface In The Universe". One is a fucking imported limey dickhead who is just a fucking idea stealing oxygen thief slimey lying sack of pig shit and the other is some fucking over educated under achieving bullshitting fuck wit who's only reason for being hired in the first place is his MBA which stands for Master Bullshit Artist and I think he sucked off the VP of Ops. The useless cunt can't even add simple numbers without a calc. Un-fucking-believable!!!! I watched him amble through a simple billing statement where he had to move a decimal point 3 places and he needed a fucking calculator. Holy fucking shit!!!!!! I arrived at the magic number in my head and repeated it to him 11 fucking times before he stopped punching buttons and said the same thing and peered up from his fucking number cruncher with a "I'm so fucking smart" grin on his face.

It's not my job that I hate so much, I'm just effing tired of looking for a new one!

I'm a newspaper reporter who's trying to get another job out-of-state. My job search has now entered its 10th month, and it's ridiculous. I have more than four years' experience, not one blip on my resume, and a degree from an accredited journalism school. I'm torn on whether I want to stay in the profession--I'm sure all my fellow reporters can attest to the fact that the pay is totally shitty and we don't even have much job security anymore. Plus, all too many newspapers want their reporters to bust their asses and work all hours of the night and day despite the fact that we're barely getting paid enough to buy ramen. I've always heard that a lot of journalists "sell out" and go to PR. I've applied for numerous PR positions, even had a few interviews, and haven't gotten squat. I may have to take another newspaper job because that's all I can get.

Well I hope this is my last post. Tomorrow is the first day of my freedom from here. Am really excited and happy after a very very long time.
Good luck to all of you and God bless the person who created the site!
Here's wishing I don't have any reason to return here!
Cheers!

It's only been an hour and already I'm so bored I could cry...am yawning as it is and have perfected the closed mouth yawn and the silent lion roar yawn (that's best done when no-one's looking directly at you).
Got more pages to proof read ( three pages to be exact). So what else would I need for umm...15 minutes?
Also had a chance to interact with the lovely production person. This time I used only proofing marks (the standard ones) and didn't add any margin commentary. Now, my editor can't make out what the marks mean...hehheeheehehehheeh *cough*...the mental laughter is making me choke
Ok, so it's been another half hour and I'm still bored. Have checked the corrected copy (that took about ten minutes and only coz I was streching it)...now what?

Why is it that your bosses never once tell you how much (if at all) they appreciate your work till the day you hand in your notice? And why do they then proceed to give you more work do to in that last week or two than you have done all month?
It's probably some twisted sort of revenge, but what I don't get is why they would think that I'd do that work well? I mean, I have a new job. I don't need a reference and if I ever do, I'll not be asking this loser and he knows it. Plus, my new employers know that I wasn't happy here and the role is completely different -- so he can tell them how awful I was and it wont make a difference.

Hahahahahahahahaha!
Stupid supervisor/boss aka shithead has had his PC reformatted and the IT guys thought they were doing him a favour by upgrading the system to Windows 2003 (yes, that's brand new here). But they didnt realise that the moron has a hard enough time using Windows 2000! So now he's wailing that he can't use Word and he can't see his icons (coz they didn't put all the shortcuts on his desktop) and he thinks they've deleted his files -- which btw are on a shared folder on the common drive. So after letting him agonise a bit, I told them to map the drive to his PC at which point he realised that the printer wasn't connected to his machine anymore! What a fun day it's been so far!

This is so bizarre. My last few days in this hell hole are turning into a soap opera on a grand scale!
Last night, I had a talk with my boss's boss regarding my reasons for leaving (i.e, the boss in the middle who just does not know how to delegate work). I assumed that it was confidential and that if they took any action, it would be after i'd left.
But no, the big boss told the other manager, who called my immediate boss and told him -- and not in a subtle way...he said she said blah blah blah...
So my boss comes in post-lunch in a rage asking me why I said what I said...Now, may be I should have yelled back and stormed out...but I just got really embarassed and got the hell out of there until he was a bit calmer.(And this guy sits at the next desk -- like literally, just next to me)

I have reached the conclusion that you never know your real worth unless you put yourself out there.
It’s scary and you feel vulnerable as hell, but it pays off. After nearly 3 months of doing nothing, I decided that since I’m not learning anything new or even using my existing skills, I might as well quit and make use of my MA and my language skills. So I re-started the job hunt and gave in my notice.
I am now in a position of getting an offer from an outside firm as well as may be a better deal from my current organization. So I get to choose and I get to decide!
I feel amazing. I feel happy enough to shout woooohooooo down the street and dance about a bit. It’s like this huge burden off my shoulders/ chest/ inner being…I’m actually smiling and not in a bad mood for the first time in months! (Man! Why did I put myself through that????)

WTF!!!!!!
I should slack off rather than work and have my effort thrown in the bin without a look! Feel like kicking my line manager pig in the guts...but the thought of being in contact with that human slime is revolting ...
the SOB actually had the gall to give me some work and then do it himself...So of course he wont be looking at what I have been working on all morning...guess what he was working on all morning?
That makes me feel really productive...why on earth did they hire me?
Plus the guy is always defensive and thinks everyone else is too...so having anything close to a normal conversation is impossible!

Why do some dumb managers think that if they don’t do it, the work wont get done? You wont ever know if your staff is as stupid as you think, unless you give them assignments!
And if we are that bad…fire us and take the pay! Idiot!
I’m bored to the point where I’m falling asleep at my desk. Need to go out for a walk or something!
Why is it that when I ask for work I get all the really exciting stuff like sending out faxes and making calls and nothing related to the job I was supposedly hired for??
I need to restart the job hunt.
I feel like walking up to the big boss and having a serious talk about my role here – at the risk of getting fired. But then…

This is hilarious...I just googled "I hate my job" and got here....and it's comforting to know that I'm not the only one.
My story: Here goes. I moved to a new country in the Gulf (no, not Iraq) with my husband because he got a really great job offer and my old job wasnt worth us staying apart for. But I didnt know that finding a job in the new place would be so hard -- there are no opportunities here. But anyhow, I did manage to get a job in my field, but its boring as hell.
I've got 3 years work ex and an MA degree from a good Uni but they give me stuff an intern should and could do. I was doing more inspiring stuff at my previous job only there were long gaps between projects and a low salary.

Oh where to start...

I was a young and naively optimistic graduate with the world at my feet (or so I thought). After struggling against the unforgiving tides of a job market rife with nepotism, I managed to get an editing job but boy was I in for a surprise:

1. It doesn't actually involve any editing.

Surprising, this one. Sure, my job title has 'editor' in it and I work in a publishing firm, but have they actually asked me to do any editing? No. Do they look at me with confusion when I ask if there is any involved in the job? Oh yes. I think what they meant by editor when they employed me was actually 'someone to do all the sucky jobs that no one else on the editorial team will do'. Hello photocopier and fax machine; goodbye, dreams of editorial greatness.