fuck this job.com

Ever had the feeling that a really bad episode from your past working life was going to repeat itself? Well, I just got that nasty feeling during the past week.

This goes out to that psycho whom loves creating a drama scene each week and tries to draw others into their weekly bull!
Working for the second in command does not mean you are entitled to air your complaints as I walk by your office. Nor does it mean I want to hear randomly why you hate our boss. Nor does it mean I care about what you have to say. Nor does it mean I have to agree with your grievances and complaints. I just work here! Get over yourself or find another job! Oh and by the way stop player hating on me--you do not know me well enough to!

So Tired of hearing your mouth!

The security guard at my job is making me feel insecure. When he first started talking to me, he was acting pretty nice (actually, pretty flirtatious). However, a few days later he calls me dumb (some people are so full of themselves!)

We are currently interviewing candidates for expected openings in the office. A fellow co-worker (who is leaving) gave some pretty horrific answers to questions a candidate asked-- what follows is my email to him making him aware that he acted like a tool:

Hi Immature Co-Worker,

Ok so I can't stand it i need to vent. Can somebody tell me what the fuck this means? I have been working at this place for nearly a year and it's like an endless clusterfuck of projects and initiatives that never ever get finished and it's all like Dilbert pointy head boss shit.

This boy at my job is driving me crazy. I worked with him on Friday night (we're both just part-timers). I don't normally work with him, but the lady who normally works had something going on. So, we ended-up talking for a little while, I felt like everything went fine. Today is my day off, so I went to the mall to have my haircut, then swung by to check my schedule for the next two weeks. When I walked in, I saw him sitting in a chair and he was staring at me really hard. It made me feel extremely awkward. I pretended like I didn't see him, kept on walking.

So....what is it about being a secretary that makes you think that you are too elite to answer my simple questions with a nice response? Questions....like..."May I please have the key to the file room?"
-or- "Can you look up Child X's phone number for me?" Every secretary I have ever worked with was a total bitch. I make it a point to be extra nice to them, but they always have an attitude! Have any of you had the same experience?

Loving it, if it's not a feeling of total exhaustion-that leaves me feeling like I can sleep for a week- it's a feeling of extreme tightness throughout my body-that keeps me shaking and twitching like some bug in it's death throes. GREAT day yesterday-gathering garbage from the aisles, lifting closet organizers and fighting to get them into proper locations, along with boxes of tile. Several trips to the returns desk-pushing carts-replacing price signs..

This is the view from my desk. No, it's not my desk. It's my office mate. What do you think? I know what I think!

Isn't it fun when someone you've never seen before stops by to let you know how many things you've been doing wrong for years, and furthermore, how to do them? Well, if you're anything like the majority of the teachers that I deal with every day as a school's tech monkey, then you might as well go ahead and brace yourself for the happies, because I'm that someone.

My splendid co-worker - the hostile one whom EVERYONE in our department has a problem with or complaint about. The one who makes the LOUDEST phone calls on earth. The one who has the LOUDEST conversations with other coworkers and during these conversations tells them the same monotonous, boring stories about his ugly little grandson. The coworker who is famous for needlessly curt emails and is often purposely unhelpful. The one spends his whole day going back and forth between his cubicle and the department manager's for no real reason other than poking his head into other people's business and having no actual social life outside the workplace. The one who meddles in everyone else's affairs. The one who oozes all over any decent looking woman under the age of 35 who comes within a 10 foot radius of him...had the gall to tell me that I should keep my personal calls to a minimum.

Last week a co worker, I will call C, sent out an email about buying a supervisor and assistant supervisor Christmas gifts. She stated that for those who want to participate they have to give $8. So, everyone starts bitching and moaning amongest each other. First of all C always is the one who "volunteers" to buy gifts for the boss for boss' day, her bday etc. Also everyone felt that the assistant supervisor should not get as much. We also wanted to know what would be purchased.
So, after all this bitching and moaning (and yes I was guilty of it too!) I said I will email C and include everyone in the email and ask these questions: 1. What are we getting them, and perhaps we can make some suggestions, my suggestion was gift card to a restaurant. 2. Are we splitting the $ 50/50 between the 2 of them because the original email was not real clear about that. And 3. What if we can not afford to give the amount that was dictated to us. I get no response to these questions. I did also say in the email that I think it was really nice of C to offer to do this... blah blah blah. So, Monday another person emails everyone stating that C has ALWAYS done the gift getting and we should not question her judgement for gifts and that we should not micro manage the process. I ignore said email... and think WTF??? So, this morning C emails everyone and says she is no longer collecting $$ for the gifts becasue there is too much confusion going on. Now, mind you she NEVER answered the legitimate questions that several of us had!

Early this fucking morning and I'm already so pissed, I'm shaking. Of course my boss is riding my fucking back like a jockey on a prize winning horse. Then, this bastard from another division just informed me that that the shit he needed from me, he's already done himself. WHY THE FUCK did you ask me then!??!?!? You KNOW I got a bunch of shit to do and you wait until now to tell me that you did it your fucking self! You stupid bitch. What a fucking low life, miserable sack of pure shit. I fucking HATE YOU! I wouldn't piss on that bitch if he was on FIRE!

What the fuck, I keep to myself for a fucking reason and some asshole at work proves to me why I SHOULD KEEP ON FUCKING DOING IT!
First day at work, one person was nice enough to even speak to me.
EVERYONE ELSE ACTED LIKE THEIR SHIT DON'T STINK.
Now, I don't talk to more than ten people, next thing I know, some cunt is vandalizing my fucking property. MY FUCKING PROPERTY.
Go to the big man upstairs, but what does he say? We don't see shit here, let me look again. Yeah right, bitch. Let ME look, find who this bitch is, and yank their ovaries/balls right out off their bodies and QUIT.

What the hell is it with people hating on you when they don't even know you, much less start messing with your shit?!!!

I'm so fucking annoyed today. The whiny little bitch comes crying to me because she needs something. I e-mailed a specific individual with the information but he never responded. As she's done before, as she's said to me before, I'm too busy working on numerous projects to worry about this one little request. If you want it so bad, fucking follow-up with me bitch. Don't go crying to your boss and then come whine to me. Do you think I give a shit about this menial little issue of yours? NO!!!! Now please fuck off and let me work.

You know, the longer I work here, the more people start to annoy me.