Office Bitch/Mind Reader/Magician/Hand Holder/Nanny/Psychiatrist. Depends on the day of the week, really.
So, another manager left one of our departments today. He lasted less than a year. To give you some context, within the past two years, the reprographics department has had more managers and team leaders walk out of that job than you’ve probably had hot dinners. To any normal, sane human beings out there, this would suggest that there’s clearly something not right with the way things are done. But not to “the client”. The “client” doesn’t care because we’re outsourced now. We’re not part of the organisation. In short, the “client” is a gigantic thundercunt. To say that I hate my job would be a massive understatement. I fucking hate it. Luckily, I’m in the process of conspiring (yes, conspiring) with my brother into getting me the fuck outta there and into a better job in Switzerland. Once I get out? Sayonara, bitches. I won’t be looking back. Good luck with the next sucker who buys into your bullshit.