fuck this job.com

Well, I finally quit a job that I pretty much only took for the benefits and retirement pay...you know the education system...

Well, little did i know that my direct supervisor was a wack job! Literally! I find out the first week I am like the 15 asst. she's had in 10 years. One Japanese asst. stayed with her 6 yrs....gosh those Japanese women are good...how can they put up with this stupid woman! I know she wasn't happy there either.

Well..so I pretty much knew i was going to have to quit. During my 3 month there...a trade show was just fucking ridiculous! I worked with these two womena late 50s early 60s...talk about cranky bitches! I mean I was soooo pissed off that I was being treated so badly! Here i am in my late 30s and i gotta put up with a couple of old, cranky bitches!

So, I mentioned in an earlier posting that I've been feeling paranoid lately.

Annnnnd...I mentioned in my very last post that I was summoned to a meeting with both of my supervisors.

I have now learned that my instincts are frighteningly sound.

I was informed today that my duties are being reduced and they are moving me from my peaceful, cozy office to a cube wherein my nearest neighbor is the department asshole. All because the executive office is out to get us and, well, I'm taking the fall. I was supporting the (I'll call her) branch supervisor and her staff - people I love dearly, the only nice people in the dept, if you ask me. Now I'm to focus on a different part of my job and support people who don't need support, shoved in an office with 3 other people: the retarded HR woman, a very nice, boring finance woman, and the dreaded finance bitch who pretty much no one can get along with - every last person finds her difficult, AT BEST.

Hi, it's me, gloooom. My story's sad to tell, etc, etc, you can read it in my previous blog entries if interested.

Today I turned yet another corner. Seems like endless corners to turn yet I'm still not out of this maze. Anyhow, one part of my job is maintaining a publicity website for my institution. (It's not the ONLY publicity website we have, just a specialized one) I post press releases that people send me. I don't ask questions. I do what I'm told. What I do is supposedly "technical" - ha.

So today, our institution is having a huge very important day. They're launching a new product. VERY important. All activity has been building up to this for months. Everyone (but my department, of course, because we're the ship's rats) is dressed to the nines. THAT sort of day. The sort of day where if you want to look relevant to the company you'd better make sure you're on the clue train and do whatever you can to get with the program.

Well, guess I don't have a new job after all... >:( That lying fucking headhunter told me he'd call me back within the week, well guess what? NO CALL! I hate how HR people leave you hanging and don't even call to say fuck off and die... Guess I'll be hitting up that sheet metal union this month... This is my problem with social Darwinism. In natural selection, if something sucks at life, it usually dies of starvation or gets eaten. Yet in my case, I keep living with no purpose and nothing will kill me... You know how people always tell you it could be worse? Maybe those faggot hypocrites never knew what it was like to be mentally beat the fuck up or ever have failure and if it ever happens to them you're the dick for saying I told you so or not letting them cry or bitch on your shoulder or they just go apeshit and shoot you. I swear to God, if I lived in Asia or South America, I'd be dead by now and happy. Wheareas if you amount to nothing here it's all your fault and leave it at that. Time to learn a European language and get ready to jump ship before the NAU and the corporatocracy plunge the other 90% of us into Chindian Orwellian pointlessness... FUCK THIS COUNTRY!!!