Okay I don’t mind helping a coworker that actually is working and truly needs the help. But you lazy cow, you pick and choose what you want to deal with and then cry how swamped you are and dump the most difficult crap on someone else so you can do the easy stuff and update your Facebook page. If I was in the same room with you, I would knock your lazy ass out of your chair so I could shove my foot up it.

I love my job sometimes. I go to work because it’s about taking care of the people. What I don’t like is the people I work with. I have said many times that I have went to school for nursing and all I have to do is write my exam come end of May. I am a Personal Support Worker (PSW) for a small local nursing home and for only a short while and I have done the work last summer. Yes I am working at a different facility but that doesn’t mean I change my views on taking care of the people and ensuring that I’m trying to the best of my ability.

So you should probably know the dilemmas that are happening at my work right now. I am among the new PSWs that got hired and I finished my orientation middle of April and recently got hired on night shifts. We are always short on days so I try and get as many people done in the morning. Some mornings I can only get one or two. Sometimes none because it’s been a busy night shift and call bells ring galore or other problems. So the PSWs that come in for 6am are all about us getting two people done and I just hate that. Why don’t you do a night shift changing briefs and other unfun things and answering call bells all night let alone not seeing your family for only a couple hours everyday?
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People have all freaking night to put their garbage out on the curb and we run after 7am. So get off your ass and bring it out on time. Don’t call my boss complaining I got everyone’s garbage but yours. I mean what the fuck did I just choose your house at random and fucking skip it you lazy bastards? And don’t bring the crap out after we go by so the damn dogs can rip it open, and then say I made the mess. Also wtf people GLASS is dangerous, don’t put it in a plastic fucking bag you morons!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Pardon my english. Currently working at a small company run by family. The dad is the big boss and the kid is my supervisor. The kid’s title is design director but he had no degree and no talent to cover up for his lack of education. Apparently, my job title is his assistant. That being said, every time he made a mess at the office, I had to clean it. If he told me to design something, I had to do it exactly to the dot following his instruction (even if he breaks all the design rules and not following any of the principles of design). Every time I tried to give opinion, he only said “can you just please do your job by following my instruction?”. And every time we’re on a meeting and I’m too scared to say something, he then told me he did not want me to feel that I can’t say anything or give my opinion. I’m confused now. He often praised my work quality so I guess that’s kinda nice. Is it just my ego that’s being hurt every time I tried to give my opinion and being rejected upfront or am I working for a very insecure person?

Note to Arsewipes the world over When calling out an engineer to one your poxy appliances please use this as a reference book

1) Unless the engineer turns up in a van the same length as the fucking Nile he ain’t going have every fucking part for every fucking model of every fucking appliance in it, just accept that as a fact fuckwit.

2) the reason he didn’t arrive in the morning is that believe it or not the poor cunt has more than one job a day to do. And due to the fact he doesn’t travel about on a flying fucking carpet like Ali Fucking Baba, nor possesses a magic fucking wand to wave at your fucked washing machine he might not actually arrive til the afterfuckingnoon.

3) The reason he looks like he doesn’t give a fuck is guess what, yeah he doesn’t actually give a fuck! After years of listening to fuckwits complaining about shit not worth complaining about he has now reached the point he has the power to fix your appliance or not. Sorry madam I’ll need to order the part for your D/W and you’ll have to spend the next fortnight alongside your ugly fat bastarding kids washing your oversized plates even though I’ve got shitloads of that part in my van. I am God.

4) Since you think your so fucking special and more important than every other customer why not cut out a square piece from a cereal box, write VIP on it and pop in into a clear packet. Attach a ribbon to it so you can wear it round your neck like the people backstage at concerts. Wait for me to arrive and then I can treat you like the absolute cunt that you are.