fuck this job.com

My company is full of greedy little fuckers! Maybe it's just our call center manager, I don't know. She actually made eye contact with me for the 1st time in 3 fucking years! I thought I was fired for sure, but then she smiled and I almost passed out from lack of oxygen!

So, my company has laid me off in favor of outsourcing off-shore (yea, that'll work). But, before I leave they've asked me to spend 8 f'ng hours in a freezing data center working on the switch beause, you know, it's going to be hard for the techs off-shore to do the activity. And, as usual there's no comp time for the time worked on a week-end night. I have to seriously question my career choice. Maybe Mom was right, I should've gotten an union job.

Oh well, made it through one work week before I quit that nut-busting resin dipping shop. It's jobs like these that I wish robots could do or would just get shipped to China. The logic being that human assembly lines tend to break down when you have defective parts, let alone not enough parts in the first place. Too bad I was the over-engineered planet gear sandwiched between not enough moronic stripped cogs... >:( I made it till quitting time today.

This story that follows is pure fiction but is based on the reality of family run enterprises. This is the type of business where in many instances, family members are fast tracked up the corporate ladder and where relatives with no track record are given positions of power and responsibility.

The new secretary wanted to make a good impression with her boss so when two smart suited young men came striding into the office, she knew what she had to do.
“Is Mr. B in?” said one of the men in a condescending tone.

This story that follows is pure fiction but is based on the reality of family run enterprises. This is the type of business where in many instances, family members are fast tracked up the corporate ladder and where relatives with no track record are given positions of power and responsibility.

The new secretary wanted to make a good impression with her boss so when two smart suited young men came striding into the office, she knew what she had to do.
“Is Mr. B in?” said one of the men in a condescending tone.

The owner of this company is a f-ing weirdo, ex-special forces marine- Viet Nam era, who took too many whiffs of Agent Orange! Super paranoid whack-o. All our email is monitored, he gets a secret copy of every email that comes in AND goes out. All 110 employees. I thought it was weird that he asked me about emails I received. At first, I didn't know what he was talking about - since he was reading my emails before I had a chance to open them. Yikes!

Whenever you see job postings you can bet that they are as fictitious and devious as any type of advertising. What makes them even worse is the fact that the firms that put them on pride themselves with being ethical and professional. Case in point is the adverts that used to interest me most – those for positions in accounting departments at auditors or financial service firms. The promises are many; career prospects, work-life balance, options to work overseas, gain experience, support advancement, unleashing your potential.

Ok so I just started with a company and after a total of 1.5 days I came home for lunch and told my wife that I can't handle working there. I have no idea how they have been in bussiness this long. The owner.manager has no business system for inventory control, historical refrence or sales. I can not stand doing an assigned task 4 times due to ever changing requirements that are not expressed at the time of assignment.

Empathy (also known as pathos): To paraphrase the definition, it is the ability to feel what others feel. The ability to place yourself in another's shoes, if only for a moment. Whether this person is right or wrong, to gain insight to their feelings. Most people have this ability in varying degrees, and some, sadly, are not capapble of it at all. They are usually serial killers and are at the far end of the spectrum and rare.

Disreagrad: to treat without due regard, respect, or attentiveness; slight: to disregard,lack of regard or attention; neglect.

Well, the anger is gone. It took a Friday night and drinking myself to obvilion to get it to go.. Woke up the next morning no memory of the night before-still though the truth of Monday is there. No point of anger-it's useless. I'm going to the doctors in a few weeks time to be evaluated for depression. Perhaps all of this shite has been on my account-maybe I'm just a whinger-maybe I should have learned long ago to suck it up (even though it tastes like reguratated shit) and get on with it.

Cough Cough, that's what I hear this week in this hell. This is totally the company's fault. About 2 years ago, they took away sick days. More specifically, they rolled sick days in with vacation days and called them PTO days (Paid Time Off). So before there specific days set aside for sickness and specifically time allocated for vacation. Two different things right? Not any more! They're one in the same.

I have been with my company for 6 years. For 5 years I had a job in customer service. Answering complaints and questions all day on the phone (no, not all US companies have outsourced this function). I hated that dept. I would drive home in tears every night. I was angry all the time. I hated getting up in the morning and going there. Instead of just bitching about it, I decided to do something. I started looking for a new job with in the company. I believed in the company, thought it was a good place to be, agreed with the direction things were going in.

There are basically 2 kinds of companies. The first type is the company that doesn't give a shit whether its employees are miserable or happy. In their minds, the employees are getting paid and that's all that matters. So the employees should just be happy happy happy! They should STFU and do their work until it's time to go home. Oh and they must not whine about putting in extra time either. This company provides only the very basic benefits (if any benefits at all), has an uncomfortable, unhealthy work environment and is full of, yeah, miserable people.

What the fuck?!?!?!?!?

I just left a job I have had for 4 years in pursuit of a better opportunity. I hated the last job I had and the company is slowing failing, so I started looking. I landed this great job with a small but growing bank as a Senior Network Administrator. I interviewed with 4 different folks on different occasions and was loved by all. Even the Chief Operations Officer loved me and was happy to hire me. I started the job and work a hole 2 and 1/2 days before being fired and walked out of the building.

Why does my supervisor always try to chitchat to me at work? Doesn’t he know that sometimes I wish I were invisible just so I could punch him many times in the stomach? It’s funny the masks that we’ll wear when we need to, however, I feel that mine is slowly coming apart. I personally think I deserve an Oscar for the acting I do at my job. It’s really Office Space to the 3rd Power. Everyone walks around sulking and ranting about the job on Mondays and are suddenly reinvented and rejuvenated on Fridays, conversing all day in the cubes and walking with pep in their step. Then I have a supervisor who was promoted by default and is completely inadequate.