Job: Some type of worker
Go ahead and think you know it all! You piece of low life trash. You don’t think we know your game? Loser. The least you can do is to brush your teeth, forget about the actual work.
Go ahead and think you know it all! You piece of low life trash. You don’t think we know your game? Loser. The least you can do is to brush your teeth, forget about the actual work.
You fuckers stress me out so much that I have to smoke a shit ton of weed every night before bed just to calm my mind so I can fall asleep. And so my argument is this: you owe me a raise because I’m going through my weed way too quickly, so I need more money to buy it more often than I normally would. And pretty soon, I predict I’m going to have to start to come to work high, just so I can deal with your two-faced, lying-ass, motherfucking, back-stabbing, cock-sucking, selfish, drunk, perverted, disgusting faces. And quit trying to pretend to care how my vacation was. Stay the fuck away from me, and quit being fake. I can’t fucking stand it. So this is what I get for sticking up for myself when you sexually assault me? Now I completely get why more women don’t report it. Because they completely get screwed, and not in the good way. Go ahead, cut more of my hours. You’re so pathetic and transparent. Go fuck yourself you assholes.
I am literally on my last legs. Cut it with your PMA PMA quotes. You carry on with your positive mental attitude you stupid fuck.
Continue pulling the wool over managements’ eyes! The top-tier managers are even more dense that they cannot see that the stats are all forgery anyway….. they are preoccupied sharing the Christmas jumper contest photos…. business priorities and all that. Oh we have overtime this weekend if anyone wants it….. wouldn’t have to do that if you lazy bunch of cunts did some work!
I could rage forever about my hell hole occupational hazard of a job…. but no one listens anyway.
I work with a bunch of useless bottom-feeding shitheads. These junkie mouth-breathers couldn’t think their way through a recipe for boiled eggs. One of these fried dogs is so fucking brain-dead he only wears slip-on shoes presumably because the prospect of having to tie a shoelace would see his cognitive machinery immediately sieze, and decommission the cooked unit entirely. Having to share the air over lunch with the likes of these reptilian imbeciles is about as much fun as a fork in the eye. A coherent thought might be more readily elicited from a common farm animal. If you’ve ever wondered what became of the neanderthals, I found them.
I am a store manager for a large grocery chain. I have a manager who is new to the company having previously been a manger elsewhere (not in retail). She seems to think she is all knowing and stresses over things which shouldn’t concern her. She also says she is a control freak and not good at being anything other than the main manager.She will also go to other managers senior to me to try and bitch just to get her opinion heard. It’s driving me up the wall as I have enough issues without her petty inane bullshit!