Top 10 Workrants
These are the Top 10 Workrants
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| Name: jake napier From: stonedwall Job: dealing with idiots |
ok you fat fucked up piece of shit, i hate how you're so right and perfect but consider everyone else (not including the assit manager) lower than you mentally. Your a complete fat lazy fuck that cant do his own work, all you do is sit on ur ass and read about suba diving or talking to ur best friend or bf whatever he is to you. you make me sick with ur racist comments im half hispanic and i'd love for u to say something to me b/c i'd knock ur fat ass out. you rip people off with ur low sell back prices and u think everyone is out to get you so fuck off!! funny thing is i've fucked this place more times than you've fucked ur ugly stuck up wife. hahahahahaha!!! i cant wait to get out of this boring ass place take this job and shove it up ur ass bitch. |
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| Name: Wage Slave From: UK plc Job: Corporate Drone |
Caroline you fecking ugly, metal mouthed, greasy haired, dried up miserable old bat. I don't fecking give a feck about the ''angle" of my 'tick'; if you can't differentiate between a 'tick' and a 'strike'...who the feck cares!! I don't get my fecking protractor out when I tick off the checklist you stupid-stupid-fecking-anal-Bitch! And please don't feck in hell pretent placing me on 'Performance Management Review' is in MY 'best interests'. Dont expect me to understand the logic of a performance review process when you openly concede I have met all my business requirement objectives. Don't expect me to agree with your revised, unrealistic, autocratic objectives, don't expect me to smile when your spout your poisonous criticisms, don't expect me to volunteer for unpaid overtime... ...I hate you, I actually wish you dropped dead. |
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| Name: Depressed From: Careless Shithole Job: Arsewiper |
just come back from another shift at work, been reduced to tears again. Even though i only work there 2 shifts a week that place never fails to make me feel absolutely dreadful about myself. I always try to come with a new attitude, but I never fail to be amazed at how they manage to break me down even more with every shift. Today I was really happy and excited because for the first time since I worked in that hole, I actually got to work for the job i applied for, on the bar. a friend was showing me how to make cocktails and it was brilliant, just for a change being able to do my job, i knew from the manager that i was going to be put with tracey which i was reluctant about because when shes in a good mood shes really nice, but when at other times she can be rude intimidating and unbearable. which i was dreading. I remember how rude to me she was on my first few shifts, my first night...'you dont know where the FUCK the lounge is...' No, this is my first night. I dont know where everything is. Next time, me and my friend cleaning the fridges inside and out, the next shift she goes apeshit at me, 'the managers had a go at me, you were responsible im not happy' right in my face, about 1cm away to be exact. Since day 1 in that place, ive been doing everything BUT be on the bar. ive done the cloakroom and the glasses. the 2 very brief times ive been on the bar ive had horrible attitide to endure. The manager says to me they will remove me from the bar if im not confident on cocktails. of course im not confident on cocktails, i dont get to practice them,because im never on the bar. i hope tonight traceys attitude/ego would not be a problem, I was very wrong. she starts dancing in my face, i just laugh and smile in a friendly way, i dont feel the need to dance, not because im unhappy, its just because i dont want to at the time. i just joke im a crap dancer unless im pissed, then she tells me we have to flirt like crazy tonight. why? i just want to be a bartender, if you want to flirt thats your call, but i dont feel the need, so I just joke as long as i dont have to do innuendo. at this stage although i can see what shes trying to do, and its dancing on the line of irritation/intimidation, at this stage im still perceiving our exchanges as friendly joky banter. im still laughing from the last joke and then its oh come on smile, well i was actually smiling before, but im not anymore. This is where i realise that my evening probably wont be the enjoyment that i so wished for. then shes watching over me like a hawk from behind, i forget to put a lemon in someon's drink. she has a huge go at me. I begin to wonder who's bright idea it was to pair me up with this witch. i know i look unhappy, as her put downs sharply take their effect. still, i decide to ignore her and work slightly away from her as i find her presence now distracting me from my job so decide to be professional about it on my own. i can see that she hates that, at which point 15 minutes into service she says go out on the floor. i finish serving my customer, i go to ask her what im supposed to have done wrong, as she goes to serve the next customer she just knocks past me i make eye contact and say her name, she just glares very very coldly at me. what hurt me the most is that she didnt even give me an explanation for throwing me out on the busy floor to collect glasses, she just knocked aggressively past me with the cold stare.i felt so demoralised, i just wanted to cry. what a horrible person. i just wondered, why cant you just let me be, let be myself on the bar, and let me do my job, without having to be you. why cant you let me do that you poisonous hate sponge. leave me alone you wench, please. all night i wanted to cry, i held it in all night because i didnt want you to see me cry. i dont know what to do about my job. i am at university and have no money, i have lots of course work and revision to do, and at the moment, i dont have time to physically search for a real bar job, with decent friendly down to earth staff. all i have time for is this demoralising poisonous environment desperate, i said to myself ill work all night and then ill get next week off, i need a break from this hole. so i ask at the end of the night, to which i am reminded it is bank holiday, which i had unfortunately forgotten. my heart sinks. i instantly envision having to collect glasses because of the witch. id already told my friend i could get her and lots of her mates on the guestlist. this is my housemate we are talking about. now im dreading next weekend, her and all her mates coming to get wrecked at the hole and instead of seeing me on the bar, i will be moving around them whilst they dance as i collect everyone's empty glasses, even from the floor, as they enjoy themselves. Its so demoralising when friends are at work, seeing you collect glasses from the speakers and the floor, the more fun theyre having the more depressed ill be. im even considering asking my friend not to come which is dreadful as its so unfair, on her and on me. i hate being their horrible unhappy work slave its so demoralising. another manager asked me how my night went. how do you think it went? i just did the glasses for the one millionth time- what do you think?? i want to burn that place down and maybe pour sambuca over that witch since its her favourite disgusting tipple, then maybe set a match to it and watch her burn. why cant that sequence of events be reality? i have to find other work, i must escape that horrible depressing prison for the mind. and fast |
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| Name: Bob the Zombie From: Nearby Job: Slowly losing soul |
Why am I spending my energy working for fuckwits who can't even work out how a computer works..In a fucking IT Company!! Working my arse off for what, so I can be demoted ("It's not a demotion, you'll be doing the same job in a different department.. fucking bullshit") to sit with the other zombie slaves mid numbingly working for The Man with the millions. Not anymore, I'm not playing the game anymore. You 'manager' you can't manage for shit. The staff do no respect you, you are loud, rude and a mongrel dog working for the faceless master. You dickhead! Oi fatty over there, being fat itself is not a problem, but you are a twisted wanker who only feels good by putting other people down. You are a sad lonely wanker, and I'm afraid everyone knows it. I pity you...fool. And you 'Pigeon Chest' prancing about like a spoilt rich kid, fucking knobhead. I'm going to take refuge with the only people who can make sense, the jokers and the cynics, fuck the rest of you arse lickers and dick ringers. Over and out. |
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| Name: Winkee From: Stinkee Job: Doo |
The most productive thing you have done today is fart and hey thanks for sharing that with us. So thoughtful. But oh wait, you have done other things I must admit. You did make coffee and called your daughter - 3 times - and ate breakfast and a snack and lunch and made tea and looked out at the rain and oh my look at all that personal paperwork you took care of. Wow, you're amazing.  |
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| Name: not telling ya From: def. not telling you Job: wage slave |
i can hear the both of you duplicitious harpy cunts talking shit on me and everyone else who isnt in the room...you both should be lucky that you get paid more than people in retail mail service and copy do to have your cushy jobs...all you do is bitch and complain and then talk trash as if you have the right to...well guess what bitches, i'm done with the both of you and see if i ever stick up for you whores again. especially YOU you old bitch...all you do is sell stamps and you think you run the world but all you do is run your mouth about shit that is NONE of YOUR DAMN Business! and you you hippo faced witch...twofaced liar and blabbermouth...if i were your exbf's family i'd hate you too cause you think people dont see you for who you are but you are too transparent and stupid to realize it. fuvk the both of yas! |
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| Name: Karma From: Isa Job: Bitch |
Knock, knock, this is Karma - yep, that's right...it's me! Though you were soooooooo smart sending my boss an email in the middle of the night full of malicious, angry words, thinking he would just delete it, all would be forgotten, and swept under the rug before the next morning. Wrong! Enter me. 7:am sharp. The early bird gets the worm, dear, like the wonderful gift of ammunition that appeared in my email Inbox. There are certain saving graces in life, and one of those is that in Lotus Notes you can set up all sorts of "rules" for how to handle incoming email, like sending a bcc: copy automatically to someone - making sure I get copied on all emails you send to my boss so I can know what the fuck is going on. I have this "rule" set up for a reason - to protect my ass from backstabbing, malicious cunts like you. What a dumb bitch you are! Never underestimate the power of a great Executive Assistant. Here's a lesson, dip shit: People of power never have to use it...we just wait for inept, egotistical bitches like you to hang themselves, and do the work for us. Don't worry, I will be gone before you even have opportunity to try and figure out how it happened. I fully realize that I am more easily expendable as an assistant without an Employment Agreement in place. Fine. No problemo. I'll be laughing my ass off at an early happy hour with a generous Separation Agreement in hand. I'll be a happy little camper knowing that you got your just desserts, have been duly demoted and publicly embarrassed in front of your executive peers, and that things are right with the world again. Power to the people! Thanks for the shits and grins; it was fun while it lasted, and well worth the outcome, even if I have to look for another freaking job when the settlement money runs out. Just to know I was the one who socked it to you makes me all warm and fuzzy inside...all without having to lift a pretty little finger........except for the big middle one that's up right now. Fuck you, and the broom you rode in on. Ciao! |
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| Name: poindexter From: Iceland Job: male |
You fucking dim witted capricious little dwarf. You are not going to promote me because "I have too much experience". Are you fucking kidding me? You can't make a fucking decision to save you life and when you now finally make one this is it. Or is there another reason; such as you want to populate the office with nothing but other equally dimwitted cunts. That way whenever you bark out one of your increasingly stupid fucking ideas there will be fewer people around to laugh. What a fucking douche. Thanks though for helping make the decision to retire early. I am going to start my on the job retirement tomorrow. And I am going to have so much fun. When you inevitably come to me for help because you have fucked something up and stand there in front of me smiling and chatting as if we are best buds and nothing is wrong I will smile politely and explain that I can't help you. You see, in an effort to increase my chances for promotion I have been killing brain cells through drugs and alcohol and can't remember how to fix that little problem of your. Why don't you go ask that fat ass cunt you promoted. Fucking runt! |
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| Name: King From: A "job" in the ghetto Job: Fuck my job! |
So our store closed and I had to mark each sale item that I rang up, which was everything, with a red marker for the store closing sale. Yes it's fucking retarded and whoever came up with it should burn in hell! And as for you, you trailer trash cunt, don't yell at me for doing my fucking "job!"  Oh I'm sorry m'am. I wouldn't want to ruin your cheap ass, dollar store quality wedding merchandise. Perhaps I can help you decorate for the reception; is it at Walmart? Of course it isn't that's too classy. It must be at some thrift store in Mexico.  I order you to stick dynamite up your big, wide set vagina and blow yourself up!  What is that? You think I'm vulgar? You think I sound unintelligent? Don't like the way I talk? Oh I'm sorry I misunderstood. I just went over your head. I see. Well this stupid company, and you can burn in hell, but even that's probably too good for you. Adios fuckers!   |
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| Name: Oh From: YA Job: BABY |
I finally got up the courage and... I Q U I T M Y J O B Youpieeee no more being spoken to like a stupid little mut. Oh boy did it feel good oh freakin boy ladies and gentlemen. My boss was so shocked like oh really y..no way? Ya what a F---ing surprise. He was blue in the face the mother beep. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BAAAAAAAAABBBBBBYYYY Thanks that felt good Good luck to all of u |