Job: Office Assistant
I’m so happy to have found a website where people can anonymously talk about workplace FRUSTRATION. I hardly even know where to begin. I never loved my job to begin with, but it paid the bills and was doable. I’ve been there for several years, but things really hit the fan when we were assigned a new boss recently. This guy has zero people skills, and, I’m not saying this to offend anyone that may have a learning disability (especially because some of my relatives do), but I really think that despite his ivy league degrees and nifty sounding job history, he has something along the lines of Asperger’s Syndrome. It’s fine to even have a boss with that as long as they are being medicated, but whatever this dude has, nothing is remedying it.Continue reading
So about a month ago I took on a second job as an independent consultant for a tech firm. What should have been a relatively easy smooth going assignment was nothing but pure chicanery and incompetence. Ugh where do I start… Well let’s see first there was the training process which I really didn’t mind as each firm does things differently, however the process took about three weeks for which there was no compensation. Then came the non-negotiable contract which I didn’t mind and went ahead and signed as the salary was nice and the production totals reasonable. The real problems started during production. We had to use an annotation tool provided by the company, however the tool was wrought with bugs and errors from the start. The tool doesn’t work so that means you can’t make production and if you don’t make full production then you don’t get the wage for that day…Continue reading
To all of the idiot douchebags at work who call in sick way too often and are not being held accountable, not to mention the dipshits that manipulate the boss any way they can…FUCK YOU! Stop making the rest of our lives miserable. I don’t enjoy being called in on my scheduled day off just to cover your ass because you don’t feel like working for whatever whiny ass reason. I don’t give a shit about your fragile feelings. I don’t give a shit about your sore back. I’m a VET with multiple mental and physical problems yet I come to work, do my job with a smile most of the time, and step up to new challenges often. You lazy ass fucktards need to either shape up and fly right or get the fuck outta dodge cause some scary shit is headed your way!
So today was a personal disaster where FedEx and Dyson royally messed up and potentially could have lost a very costly item. They have been messed up for months, making everything harder. The only times that any of these people are open is during my work hours. They completely waste my time and make me furious – I’m down playing this to an extreme. I’m in a terrible mood and it’s obvious that I’m not ok. Does my boss back off and come to me the next day? Fuck no. She fucking descends on me the moment I get to my desk. Yeah, we can adjust my time for the time I was dealing with personal issues, no problem, but did you have to come at me the first fucking moment you could?
She does this shit all the fucking time. And then she follows it up with whatever she thinks I’m “slacking” on because her “instincts” tell her I am. Fuck you. Seriously, fuck you. I’m the first one in, last one out, and I have the most difficult assignments out of the entire team, but I never complain and my work is pristine. You have a personal issue and it’s like a god damn candle light vigil at your desk. I seem anything less than fucking cheerful and you descend like a fucking vulture. You can take your micromanaging and your “instincts” and shove them. Get away from me. If you crowd me anymore, I’m going to be fired because I’m going to punch you in the face.
I understand how you would have so much time sending long emails and making long phone calls to a supplier who will terminate you as you are a director, therefore your performance is not assessed by productivity at work and there is no need to justify how you’ve been harassing the staffs. I would love to ask you to go for therapy but we are not really allowed to be unprofessional and it’s likely to be of no use because if 30 or 40 years of living has not been able to teach you basic manners and decency, just look at the mirror and it would be what you see. Unpleasant to the core. I really don’t know what your parents were thinking in raising someone like you.
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