Only one year , I can pay off the car and the mortgage. One year to work for the fattest, smelliest man that I have ever met in my life. He tethers me to him because no one can stand him at the company. He thinks that we are friends, dude we are not and I must be a complete socio to pull this off.

Management straight up the chain… nuts

One year

I even have a countdown clock…seconds…

You are a goddamn brat! An absolute piece of shit who throws tantrums whenever you don’t get your way! Guess what? You have no authority! You never did! You have no power, no influence, everyone fucking hates you, so just do us all a favor and leave! You cannot go a goddamn day without crying, screaming, or throwing a tantrum! And we also know that you have been stealing from us! For some reason the boss hasn’t fired you but hopefully that will change once we tell him about your stealing. Pull your head out of your fucking ass and go back to the hell you crawled from!

If you spent more time on doing your job, instead of looking for attention, you would be quite good.

Your attention seeking is cringe-worthy. In a 3-year-old it would be charming, but a little annoying after 3 hours. In a giant old woman it’s hideous after several years.Continue reading→

I hate seeing your face on Zoom. You look like rice pudding.

For those of you who think it gets any easier once you reach the top of the corporate ladder — surprise, it doesn’t. You’re still surrounded by the same dumb, ineffectual little shits that were in the trenches with you 20 years ago.

I’m on a leadership team with 2 of the most weak-minded, gossipy, sexist idiots I have ever met. Here we are in the middle of a fucking pandemic and they are holed up in their office whispering and ridiculing staff who are scared to return to work. And pressuring me to return when I am immunocompromised. And they refuse to follow the safety protocols THEY put in place.

Piece of shit. I fucking hate this place.I pray to the karma gods they get what they deserve.

I am not in competition with you, I am just trying to live my life. Everything I write or do, you make a version of for yourself that adds a bit extra. I write my profile saying “X years experience. ..” you write “over X years experience”. I write “local and national”, you write “blah blah international”.

It’s cool, I am happy for you, it’s not my fault you are older than me but aren’t qualified or registered to do my job. You can do my job when you earn the qualification, and get registered too. Then your extras will mean something, and you can smile because you will have won! I won’t care, however, because I will be getting on with my job.

I love you both, dear sweet old ladies. Always a kind word for each other, never leaving a sad silent moment. Filling the air, (and airspace, and media space) with your constant, insightful thoughts on the lives of everyone. Your sweet voices trill on subjects dear to us all, and you share your wisdom and love without discrimination!Continue reading→

From being two giant babies, with misplaced confidence, and card carrying bullies, you are now acting like you care.

When I had to placate you and beg you to behave like adults, coaxing you to do your jobs, desperately hoping you might at least try, without giving backchat and veiled insults to everyone else, you were grinning from ear to ear.Continue reading→

Though I don’t have the most seniority, I am the most capable tech in the pharmacy. Two of my coworkers are tragically lazy and inept…mean to customers, unable to deal properly with insurance rejections and just “basic bitches.” They tell all the pharmacists who float to the store that I’m lazy…and at the end of the night, the pharmacists tell me what they said and wonder how they can say such things when I’m doing a great job. So I hate them. And always will.Continue reading→

There are two of you, so you would hope you could help each other be better people, even if you are blind to your own bullshit. You are both self-obsessed, and you both on a daily basis say how good you are at

a) your job, and
b) as human beings.

One thing I have learned is that this is not for you to judge. If you have to repeatedly tell everyone you are amazing, you’re probably not.Continue reading→