fuck this job.com

I don't wanna stay in
I'm on Global Hawk Mids
There's a million reason why this program's up and gone to shit
We slave all day on a static display
It's the biggest toy plane there is
I don't wanna stay in, 'cuz if I did
I'd still be stuck on Global Hawk Mids

-For 12th Specs

Why do people get so upset when people at work aren't as friendly as someone would like them to be? We had a new lady start in a clerical position. Immediately she complained to management that people don't like her. WHO CARES? Yes, you should enjoy your job, and yes, hopefully you can work with the people around you, but who goes to work looking for a bunch of best friends? This lady was angry because a person at work didn't speak to her when she said, "Good morning." Come to find out the person she spoke to DIDN'T HEAR HER! How can you get mad about something so stupid? Life is too short. As a manager, I'm spending all my time running around saying, "Oh, did you say this?" Or, "Can you explain why an employee has complained to me that you are antisocial?"

Okay I am an attorney and I know that attorneys all have a bad reputation for being assholes, but in my case it's not always true. I tend to give people several chances before I just completely start becoming a jerk.
Well there is this secretary/paralegal in my office, my secretary/paralegal that does absolutely nothing all day long everyday. Oh wait! She does manage to do something during the day and that would be talk on the phone all day to her best friend, who calls constantly. The main problem for her is that she never follows up with things. She makes serious mistakes on every single document that she drafts for me and although she is supposed to wait for my approval before she sends it out she never does. I'm her "boss" although I have no power whatsoeer to fire her. I don't really want to fire her I just want her to do her work. For heaven sakes get off the phone and pay attention to what you are doing!!!! Everyone in the office knows that she does absolutely nothing and everyone knows that if she does manage to get something done it's going to be wrong. She used to the paralegal for my boss. I just want to scream and pull out my hair. Seriously I have to micromanage this girl if I want her to get any work done, meaning if I want her to send out subpoenas then I need to tell her to send them out and then a few days later ask her if she has done them and then a few days later ask her if she actually sent them out and then a few days later ask her if she followed up with the process server to see if anyone got served. Hell if I have to put that much effort into it I might as well do it myself! Quite honestly though I don't have enough time to micromanage her that way. I can barely keep up with my own stuff (trials, motion hearings, docket days...etc)and I've already taken on some of her work already since she can't seem to keep up and I need the work done to move my cases along or I end up looking stupid in court! She screwed up one of my boss's cases so bad that that day he came back to the office and told her she was no longer going to be his assistant. That's when I got her which amazes me because if she was just as bad then he should've fired her then. All this tells me is that no one is going to fire her and I am stuck with her.

Boy,I really hate two of the losers I have to supervise. I get complaint calls every day telling me they never return phone calls and their voicemails are full. They don't do what I tell them. They are never going to get promoted and worse they will never leave.
I would write them up,except it would do no good. My boss is a no balls wimp that never backs me up,so its no use.
One of the losers complains to the boss that I don't let him close files. Well,duh! He doesn't do his job so his files are not ready to close. The boss told me I should tell the loser what I expect. I told the boss I expect the idiot to do his job! How hard is it to do what you are told? When I was an adjuster I always did everything my supervisor told me to do.

Seems I have upset a few folks by responding on a few other message blogs. They came here to my messages and cut-n-paste a few of my words to use against me. Specifically, they did not like a few of my 'in-your-face' comments at what I believed were overly whiny complaints. Well, I guess I am human, and sometimes can get a little frustrated when I see someone that I can truly help but they make ME do all the hard work in delivering the message (I say this due to the fact they only cut specific pieces from my blog, but ignored all the background and other useful information). Perhaps they were so busy making their complaint against me that they can't even recognize someone who has information that might be useful to them. Perhaps they really don't want to make their own situation any better. Perhaps they really do simply wish to complain all the time.

I am new to this site, but I do plan on posting regularly. My purpose here is not to antagonize, but to provoke fresh thought among those that have perhaps fallen prey to the current societal forces that have us all living in a blame-based society. A society where almost nobody steps up to be counted for his or her own actions, or sees any opportunity for self-improvement. Every fate they suffer is the 'fault' of someone else. Every failure could/would have been avoided if only so-and-so was not such a bad person, or if my boss were not so dumb.
First, a small amount of background:
I was born into lower-class working family in Philadelphia in 1962. We were above poverty-level but below the lower middle-class. Essentially, we maintained the 16-foot wide row-house we lived in, but only as long as mom/dad's blue-collar paychecks kept coming. One missed paycheck would have surely meant eviction. I finished high school but went no further in education (many years later I would take some evening college courses).

This past week all Sarah the Retard has been babbling about is her upcoming Special Olympics Tennis bullshit. She kept saying "get me (insert item here) to wish me good luck!" ALL FUCKING WEEK. Anything she saw that she didn't have she'd whine "get me it to wish me good luck!"

I had just about had it with her whining and begging for shit that at lunch when she wanted me to give her some girl scout cookies I said, "You can't eat these. They'll make you fat and then you can't play tennis."

She got very upset and went and banged out another hate letter. I grabbed it before she made it to the printer. Read on for some crazy ass ramblings of Sarah's...

Today Sarah the Retard came in blathering about her next trip. See, because her parents only use the office as a day care, she comes and goes as she pleases. Summer vacation for 15 days? Sure. A week to go play tennis? Sure. Another week for something else? No problem!

Most people get TWO WEEKS and they have to be approved and all that bullshit. Not Sarah. Since she's a charity case, the rules don't apply. Whenever she wants time off, she's free to take it. I suppose we should all be thrilled when she's not around but its bullshit that we're just babysitting when it's easy for the parents.

Sarah the retard bangs these off when she's angry or otherwise annoyed. Here's one I grabbed off the printer before she got to it. Remember the only reason she has a computer is so she doesn't throw a fit because everyone else does.

Typos and grammar errors are hers...

I am so mad because I wanted a time turner like harry potter so I could go back in time and I wanted a new tennis skirt because I need a new one and I want a purse like my sister in laws that's shiny but in black but I didn't get these because people are mean and its not right because I want them I like the Olympics but Michelle Kwan didn't skate and that makes me sad because she's not skating and theres lots of sking on tv and I want to go hilton head to play tennis and Daddy says I can so I will but Daddy says we cant go on vacation until fall of 2007 and I want to go on a cruise now.

Today the Retard came in babbling about "getting goodies" for Valentines Day. She managed to actually get some filing done as she talked to herself about her "sweetheart" and her "goodies."

Anyway, by about 1pm, most of us had flowers on our desks from our husbands/boyfriends. It was at this point that Sarah got ansty. She started whining that she didn't have any flowers and that "her sweetheart" forgot her.

Awhile later, it became a catrostrophic event for her. Fed up with the ordeal, I plucked two roses from my dozen and gave them to her. I thought this would settle her down. It didn't. She started whining that everyone else had MORE flowers than she did.

The retard came in on Monday and was quite upset. See, last Friday was "Birthday Friday" where we get one cake for the whole office to celebrate all the birthdays in the month. Sarah the Retard was out on Friday (thank God) but the moment she came in, she started fussing that we "had Birthday Friday without her and it was her turn." (ie: she has a Feb birthday)

Obviously, she did no work as she babbled to herself about people "being mean" and "taking away her fun things." After about 20 minutes of this crap, her supervisor appeared and told her to get to work. Sarah yelled that "she'd wear her princess dress" tomorrow. The entire day went like that--constant, annoying babbling about her "missing fun things" and "princess dresses" and her "deserving fun."

Sarah, the retard our office babysits so her affluent mother can spend her days at a the spa, has an obsession with her water cup. She will take a few sips, then go to the cooler, refill it to the top, and repeat this ritual about ten times an hour.

Today the water cooler was empty.
All hell broke loose.

Sarah flipped out, screaming that she was going to "die of thirst." She tried waving her magic wand at the cooler to get it to refill but that didn't work. She chugged the water in her cup and then threw it at the new gal "Amy" who is the unfortunate soul that has to sit next to her.

Sarah, the retard whose parents dump her on our office so they don't have to pay for adult day care came to work today and one of the HR bleeding hearts gave her one of those annoying "Easy Buttons" that Staples gives away. Sarah must have pressed that thing every twenty seconds for ten minutes and then erupted in annoying, psychotic laughter.

Fortunately, I have a high wall across the aisle from her desk, but I could still hear it. One of the admins (who's only been there a week and who has to sit next to her) wasn't as lucky and doesn't have anything to muffle it. So, when Sarah went to refill her water bottle (which she does every five minutes...takes two sips, goes to the cooler...) the other admin swiped it.

In my office we have a "special girl" who has been there about ten years. She's some kind of autistic but that's not my problem with her. My problem with her is that she is an undisciplined spoiled princess-brat that I have to babysit daily.

See, she doesn't need the job. Her parents are very wealthy and use our office as their adult day care. This girl, I'll call her "Sarah" has no understanding that people go to work to actually work. A typical day starts like this:

10AM: She arrives. She has ice skating lessons in the morning, so she doesn't get here until then.

10:15AM: She fusses about her desk, and God forbid her ruler, oh, I mean her MAGIC WAND is out of place, we'll all hear about it for months.

When Osama Bin Laden came out with his latest diatribe, Osama Boy was in great spirits. He actually kissed Osama's partially open mouth on my computer screen. So, could it be considered a militant Muslim, man-on-man, open-mouthed kiss? Osama Boy also told me his lunch bag was in-fact a bomb. I told him to make sure when he blows himself up, he is standing next to me! I want to be there to see him meet his 71 virgins on the other side!!!!!!!!!

Osama-boy works at a gas station from 9 at night until 7 in the morning, and he has already bought two cars and a home back in _______ (insert third world muslim country here). He is kinda funny, he told me that he has a big stick, and when patrons try to stick their hand under the bullet proof fiberglass shield (which is a Detroit thang) and steal, he clubs them. Whomp, there it is!! "Their hands should be cut off!!!!!!!" he railed. I thought that was funny. And when his customers ask him if he's black or white, he tells them he's mixed, and they say - "Good, because the A-rabs are our enemy."