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Oh For Crying Out Loud March 19, 2009
The lady who brings her fucking dog to the office every day and “makes” us give him his tweats all day every day and thinks we all love this dog as much as she does left another souvenir for us today. Yesterday it was pissing in my co-workers cube and today it was taking a shit in the main walkway of my office. Yeah, you read that right, pissing one day and shitting the next.
It wasn’t because he wasn’t let out on the regular, it’s because the dog is no longer able to control himself. Might be time to start leaving the dog at home. If someone brought their kid in who pissed and shit all over the place someone would say something and that kid wouldn’t be allowed back. But since it’s a dog, there’s apparently a double standard.
So, if you know where I work and ever visit me, watch your step. You have been warned.
I Was Hoping Today Was The Day I would Get Fired, But It Wasn’t December 4, 2008
So, I had a little Come To Jesus with my dumb ass manager today. She thinks I have a lot of anger towards her. Well, duh! You treat me like I’m 5. You don’t respect me and you’re a piss poor manager. So, yeah, when you have your bright ideas about putting little check marks in the corner for certain things. I’ll be damned if I can keep the 78 different check marks straight and the proper placement of them would mean. Yeah, how ’bout we just do our jobs and you look at the big picture and quit focusing on the little things, that really don’t matter at all.
Anyway, I was hoping that they would tell me to pack my shit and leave. But I was not lucky enough. I said my apologies, which if anyone heard it would have been dying of laughter. Totally like a little kid – the whole say it like you mean it sorry.
So, needless to say, I am REALLY looking forward to happy hour tomorrow!
I Seriously Hate Her December 3, 2008
So my dumbass manager is now in every morning to babysit me, and this morning, I was walking in, on the phone and walking by her (she was in the break room). I hear, “hi” (I keep walking, do the head nod) then hear, “HI BELLA”, I stop, turn around and say good morning and proceed to my cube. I hate her. This may not seem like much to anyone else, but the fact that she’s coming in early now to make sure I am doing my f’ing job and over my shoulder just pisses me off. I wanted to look at her and say, fuck off, I’m not on the clock yet, so guess what, I don’t have to say good fucking morning to you until I am punched in at 8:00 a.m. on the dot. As of right now, I am still on my time for another 12 minutes.
I Think I Figured It Out November 11, 2008
The why I hate my job so much, aside from the fact the people suck. I don’t have to think. It’s pretty much a brain-dead type of job. Make sure you have your i’s dotted and your t’s crossed, if not, go to the person who can do that. Then imput the information, file, and start all over. There are no challenges (other than learning the job).
In other news, dumbass trainer is buying a house, and she wanted to know if the furnace would be included, because it’s like an appliance. But, she figured the duct work would stay. No wonder the nation’s mortgage and real estate markets are in such trouble – dumbasses like her are buying and don’t have a fucking clue as to what they are getting into.
Fuck You Friday October 24, 2008
Fuck you ~ Get a life. I can’t wait until you get what’s coming to you.
Fuck you ~ Do you *really* think *I* want socialize with you? The answer is fuck no, you stupid fucking moron. You already think I’m quite the princess type, which is just fine with me, and seeing as you think that (and I will continue to let you) really, hell will have to freeze over first. Let’s keep it simple, you go to Hoppy hour with your rabbits for play dates and I go to Happy hour with the non-freakish type people and drink real cocktails, not carrot juice.
Fuck you ~ I’m not stupid and don’t appreciate being talked to like I am.
Fuck you ~ You just suck!
Don’t Hate October 15, 2008
But my new awesome job is getting a visit from the Bob’s (Like from Office Space) for the next two days we’re gonna learn how to increase our efficency. I think that if I had a traininer who wasn’t retarded and treated me like I was I might do a little better, oh, yeah, and maybe a manual or something with different shortcuts listed. Instead of having to ask someone for all of the different ways to find the information. And a system that’s window’s based instead of DOS. Because that’s just stoopid, and keys for my desk and file cabinets so I can quit getting bitched at for leaving documentation unsecure. Also, a working badge (took almost 2 weeks for that) login infomation (took about a week for that) and an idea of how long the contract will go (no idea yet). But again, that’s just my opinions about what could be changed, what the fuck do I know?
Instead of Open Letters, I’m Going To Do Something Different August 14, 2008
Today’s theme is Fuck You…….
Fuck you – you’re rude.
Fuck you – get off my ass.
Fuck you – if I want advice, I will ask for it.
Fuck you – it’s really not all about you.
Fuck you – get over yourself.
Fuck you – get a life.
Fuck you – how do you like karma?
Fuck you – I haven’t talked to you or gotten together with you in 500 years, you really think I’m coming to your party? In the fucking ghetto? Think again.
Are You Kidding Me August 7, 2008
So today I had to go to the library to make some copies, 12 to be exact. As I’m getting my stuff ready to copy suddenly my nose is accosted by the smell of OLD MAN. The conversation then proceeded to go like this:
Old Man: Are you gonna make copies?
Me: Yes
OM: Well I only got 1, so I’m just gonna go in front of you.
Me: I was speechless – ummm, ok. Ordinarily I would let someone go ahead of me, it’s the entitlement that pissed me off, so I was going to make him wait.
OM: Makes his copy, gets his change, notices it’s short .10 – I don’t think it was – he was just too stupid to know how to count. 3 quarters 1 nickel & a dime makes .90. So he proceeds to insert another dollar thinking that it’s a change machine (it’s not).
So while he’s then pounding on the machine to give him the change, all I can think to myself is, dude, if this fucker wasn’t so stinky and impatient and retarded, I would SO be done with my copies by now. In the meantime he’s kicking the machine and you know raising hell, NOT going to the help desk like anyone else would do, 3 librarians come over to see what the problem is. The problem, the money thing isn’t a change machine, so I had to make a copy and he got his money back, which by that point had escalated to almost $ 2.00. How, I’m not sure. But damnit if I wasn’t ready to kick him in the balls for being so fucking retarded.
I finally made my copies and oh yeah, the stuff I was copying was one of those things that’s not anyone’s business, I had to make copies of my taxes for something. So he starts reading over my shoulder and talking about them. I was pissed. If looks could kill old smelly man would’ve been dead.
That was my afternoon in a nutshell. I was gonna get a haircut too, but I decided after that, I shouldn’t because lord only knows what would have been in store for me.
