I hate you. It’s that simple. Everything I say has to be commented on and added to by you. It’s irrelevant. You’re irrelevant. Fuck off.

I was repeatedly threatened, scared and distressed to the point I lost sleep and struggled to eat. I don’t get high blood pressure, but my heart started pounding the moment I’d wake up, dreading to face work. I’ve never been repeatedly threatened with the sack or that I wouldn’t be paid and could not handle it. I should have sued. I should have reported A LOT. But I’m not made of that kind of stuff, so I was an easy target. A stress ball. A punchbag. Now, I’ve quit. Now, I’m free.

Why do we meet about meetings in which we met about meeting meetings that met with meetings that we met about? God damn I hate my job.

I’m 24. In here, most people think I’m too young to be a manager but I do all of the work in this division, so basically my division couldn’t do shit without me. My boss, the director, tell me everyday about how he doesnt want me to leave the company and yet gives 0 respect and reward to me. He even said that he wishes I didn’t get my Master’s scholarship in europe (which I want so bad) so that I can stay in that company EVERY SINGLE DAY.

BITCH I HOPE SOMEONE PRAYS FOR YOU TO GET YOUR DREAM CRUSHED AND YOU NEVER GET A CHANCE TO PURSUE YOUR DREAM EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE OLD NOW.

I DO REALLY HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE AND SOMEONE PRAYS FOR YOUR FAILURE.

Talk talk talk. You both just say words. Constant words. The words do not mean anything. It is a salad of words, with no dressing, or anything to tie them together. There is the occasional hackneyed saying, usually out of context. And, to be fair, you occasionally say to each other, something ‘affirming’, like “oooo yes, you’re so right and so clever”. Or, “thank you, that’s really great” when the other one parrots some useless thing to do.Continue reading→

Dear Employer,

During this quarantine, I am appreciative that you have allowed people to work from home… even though you did try to fight the shut down stating you are an essential business when in actuality ALL of your competitors operate almost 90% remotely on a regular basis. It is not necessary for our work to be completed in the office. (if you even have competitors at this point)Continue reading→

Bugger corona. I had managed to avoid you since taking a pay cut and change of department (to avoid you). Now to keep up morale, I am forced to attend online meetings, that include you. This is the second one since lockdown. .our looming, wobbly face fills up my screen again, and is reminiscent of a rectal prolapse. I tried really hard not to be triggered my your constant nitpicking. Your job could be very useful, but you have made it not so. You do fuck all, and when you are forced to do one tiny thing, well inside your ever-decreasing remit, you scream and cry and try and pass it back to other people. You then spout utter meaningless shite in an attempt to sound big and clever. You don’t sound big or clever. You sound as shit as you look. Every single time someone speaks, you have to add to it something irrelevant that puts down the speaker, and tries to big you up. The thing is, it doesn’t work, and you slowly add to the despair everyone feels every time you spout forth the meaningless, unimportant bollocks that you do. I am waiting for your first cough – you will do it – you will I am sure claim you have this terrible virus, if only to gain some attention, once you have realised (even through your own very thickened skin) that nothing else you do will bring concern or attention.

I had a really long and soothing rant and it made me feel, if not better, as if I had boiled my anguish down to its core, and so I only post this crystallized essence of the rant:

WHO ARE YOU AND WHY DID YOU COME HERE? WAS IT SATAN WHO SENT YOUR BIG, FAT, YET SOMEHOW STILL SLITHERING, ASS IN HERE? PLEASE GO BACK TO HELL!!

Thank you. Have a nice day.

Oh my word! I want to cuss a storm at the pandemonium taking place all around me.
Please fucking stop telling people they have the fucking virus.
YOU ARE NOT A DOCTOR!
Please fucking take your fears and go the fuck home.
I do not want to see you, I do not want to be around your fucking know it all mother fucking ass.
Just shut the fuck up PLEASE!

It’s really pathetic – my line manager went off on maternity and so for less money than she was paid I was forced to do most of her work (get paid or not it was made clear that’s what would happen). Now she has decided she’s not coming back. I have been job sharing her role with another person so we are going to go up for the job permanently. Someone else in the team who has done nothing but shit stir, back stab and make my life a living misery has also now decided to go for the job. I would rather eat shit and die than work with her as my head of department. So now I have to keep an eye out for another job just in case she gets it 😡