Since working from home in lockdown alongside my boyfriend, I’ve realised that I really don’t like his work persona one fucking bit! He drives me up the sodding wall all day long- we live in a 1-bed flat so difficult to escape overhearing the shite he pumps out over Zoom every day!
If he doesn’t get back in the office soon, I will not be responsible for my actions….

Raaaaarrrgh! Fucking moron.

You are an overgrown man baby. Seriously… WTF is wrong with you?! Arrgghhhh! You drive me insane!

How old are you? Probably about 60, and yet you are worse than my kids. Grow the fuck up, you massive tit of an excuse!

Why oh why would you give them all leave at the same time? You couldn’t supervise shit. You’re gonna have one person in and you expect them to do the work of 6 people??? Are you serious??? Not happening…. I got coffee in hand and feet up… chilling with tunes on…. good luck explaining to senior management why nothing’s been done today arsehole.

Sick and tired of my manager. We are all currently in the same boat and having to work from home due to the current pandemic. My manager makes it sound like she is just so “busy” that she just can’t afford to spend time on certain tasks. Instead she will 9/10 send me tasks that she should be doing considering the fact that she is the manager. I then have to spend hours on tasks which she should be doing herself, whilst also managing my own cases.Continue reading→

You are an administrative manager of a tiny charity. The previous people with your job title understood the brief, and effectively supported the other part-time staff by coordinating the office and procedures. You don’t. You seem to think that the charity and other staff are there to support your existence and huge, fragile ego. You refuse to do anything helpful, and instead insist on new practices that make your job easier. If you dropped dead tomorrow, we would save money, time and stress. You have effectively made this post obsolete, but have wedged yourself in so tightly we will never be free of you. We are so unlucky.

Lazy ass colleagues… my dream was working from home, but was always told it wasn’t possible… well now my dream came true and it’s great… I wanna do this all the time but my lazy ass colleagues are taking the piss… they’re doing sweet FA, they’re going to ruin this for me. I don’t want to have to work in the office making pleasantries with you all… I can’t stand any of you… I go to work to pay my bills not to be nice to two-faced backstabbing pricks.

For the love of god will all of you shut the fuck up!

I have never met a group of people that love to talk about themselves so much. I could have most of you as my Mastermind subject.

Not only are you all self-obsessed and not interested in a word that anyone else has to say – you are so full of self-importance and are totally and utterly deluded.

I can’t wait to leave and never have to listen to any of your drivel again.
Bunch of total and utter c***s!

I used to feel like I was ok. Like I tried hard and did ok, sometimes well, sometimes ok, hopefully able to admit mistakes and make amends.
But you fuckers make that hard. To avoid constant targeted and petty passive aggressive bitching I would stay busy and away from you both. But working from home means we all have to be part of a WhatsApp group. You have both turned this into your self-aggrandising platform, and opportunity to shoot others down. I can almost see you both in your ringmaster’s uniforms.Continue reading→

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.