My turn

Location: British Columbia

So my floor manager has a morning meeting every morning. If the cool boss is also there the manager doesn’t say much but when the cool boss is absent from the morning meeting then he tells 40 hard workers that they did real bad yesterday. That’s telling 40 people you suck even though only 2 are at fault so now 38 employees really want to work today…thanks dick! Manager takes off two weeks for holidays so boss was there every day. We hit a target of 40k kilos finished product in just 5 and a half hours every Friday so that we can go home early. Note that on a regular day with no incentive of leaving early the workers pound out 32k kilos in 7 and a half hours. Fast forward manager comes back. (Manager has no clue what went on while he was gone) By mid week manager tells me that the cool boss was amazed that since he has come back we are doing better then when he was gone (that’s a lie) For 3 weeks now we haven’t gone home early because boss takes Friday’s off and now he is never there. Unlike our boss this manager floats around with a grumpy look on his face all day and calls workers dog fuckers behind their backs but I let those workers know. I am lead hand with a manager that treats me like a regular worker yet I’ve been with the company longer than he’s been employed with us. He is bringing the company down and fast.


Thick as shit

Location: uK
Job: Fixing bastardin appliances

Every day I turn up for cuntin work and ask myself the same question, am I a senior service engineer fixing bastardin appliances or am I a fucking primary school teacher teaching the basics of common sense? Why so much confusion? Easy, because I’m dealing with so called fucking adults that don’t have the intelligence to work out the real reason their fridge stinks like a whore’s G-string is because they’ve spilled milk in it about a month ago. Oh but no, you think it’s because the fridge is faulty. Yeah like the plastic and steel the fridge is made of is alive and has hygiene issues. What a fucking child!


I need to get out

Location: London
Job: Post room monkey

I hate this job. I fucking hate it. I have a good education and a desire to progress yet I’m stifled by an environment filled with drones with little interest in doing much beyond the bare minimum. I have ideas on doing things better and more efficiently and yet no one seems interested. They care more about not getting in the shit with the client. It’s the kind of environment where you get noticed only when something goes wrong. The work itself can be done by trained monkeys and yet every single day I’m reduced to lowering myself into doing what’s little more than factory work in a corporate setting. Morale is low. The pay sucks. The hours suck. The work culture and people are generally good and we get along well on a personal level. But I feel like I’m suffocating. I don’t give a shit about what happens beyond my contracted hours. I’m doing the bare minimum and not an ounce more. My plan is to upskill and go elsewhere. This is a sinking ship and it feels like I’m the only one who can see it.


Restrictions and more Restrictions


When I was hired three years ago, this job was pitched to me as being treated on the executive level. All I really cared about that was the idea of “executive hours” which means you could be 10-30 minutes late on your expected time and no would care as long as you weren’t late for a meeting and you made to make at least 40 hours a week. That is the dream. I have morning issues, but I can stay at 1-2 hours late. Not only do we not have executive hours, we are nitpicked to death over the stupidest things and treated like the collection floor. We are not in collections or a production team. Our work is based on quality, precision, and taking our time.Continue reading


Overweight, overpaid and over-estimated

Location: UK
Job: NHS

I’m not sure if it’s because you didn’t get enough hugs as a little girl, some dark family member slipped you the finger, or you just grew up to think being a complete manipulative, passive-aggressive bitch was the way to succeed at work, but you’re so close to being told to fuck off, right before I file a grievance with the string of e-mails, unpaid overtime and work violations I’ve made sure I’ve kept a record of. No wonder the NHS is in such a state when incompetent, obese and downright vindictive cunts like you are supposed to be running it.