I am NOT happy.
Aug. 19th, 2008 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psyche29Dude – how difficult is it to treat an employee with respect and dignity? I’m not fucking asking to be elevated to the status of “Queen” and given every fucking luxury, for shit’s sake. All I expect is the same as my coworkers.
They’re so determined to shove me back in that corner – the one that isn’t big enough for a regular-size desk like everyone else has got – that they’re totally cutting corners to do it.
Yes, I’m a little bit of a pushover; I don’t like making waves. But for real? Jesus, it’s ONE TABLE. They plan on sticking another one – which is at a lower level so I wouldn’t really be able to use it for anything important, anyway – perpendicular to the one desk-level table. And they “can see about finding a shelf” for me, but “maybe I should try to get rid of some of my stuff.”
EXCUSE ME? Everyone else gets a shelf, and I get told to try to downsize my pile of stuff so they don’t have to go the trouble – or possible expense – of finding or buying me one? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!
The way it’s going, I won’t even have room for a box of fucking KLEENEX on my desk – which any blithering IDIOT could see (and hear) I need.
And – AND! I said I don’t want my back to people because I have very real issues with being startled. The manager made one of those faces that quite clearly said, “Well, that’s ridiculous, I’m not doing anything about it.”
Jesus Christ on STILTS, I made suggestions and was shot down at every turn. “That’s not possible” (it so totally is, I’m not a fucking moron), “Well, we could do this instead,” etc.
Why is it that I do every-damn-thing for these people, and they can’t be bothered to give me the same even playing field the others have got? I bend over BACKWARDS to get crap done around here, I find all the problems, fix more than half of them myself because people are SO FUCKING STUPID, and then I get handed half a desk and told to deal with it.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE??!!
Equal opportunity employer, my FUCKING. ASS.
Also - I need my supervisor to check on something for me. I go to find her, and she's chatting about personal stuff with a few of my coworkers. Fine, I have no problem with that - we spend half our lives here, personal talk is fine with me. But then she had the audacity to look at me like I was crazy for interrupting her and goes, "Can I help you?"
Um, what? I have a work question, you are the supervisor, you fucking stop your personal talk and HELP ME, don't talk down to me like I'm a naughty child!! HELLO, POWER ABUSE...
And since I’m bitching….
Dear women of the eighth floor:
STOP PEEING ON THE DAMN TOILET SEATS! OTHER WOMEN HAVE TO USE THEM, TOO!
I will never love any of you, not ever,
Kim
GOD, I AM SO PISSED OFF.
They’re so determined to shove me back in that corner – the one that isn’t big enough for a regular-size desk like everyone else has got – that they’re totally cutting corners to do it.
Yes, I’m a little bit of a pushover; I don’t like making waves. But for real? Jesus, it’s ONE TABLE. They plan on sticking another one – which is at a lower level so I wouldn’t really be able to use it for anything important, anyway – perpendicular to the one desk-level table. And they “can see about finding a shelf” for me, but “maybe I should try to get rid of some of my stuff.”
EXCUSE ME? Everyone else gets a shelf, and I get told to try to downsize my pile of stuff so they don’t have to go the trouble – or possible expense – of finding or buying me one? GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK!!
The way it’s going, I won’t even have room for a box of fucking KLEENEX on my desk – which any blithering IDIOT could see (and hear) I need.
And – AND! I said I don’t want my back to people because I have very real issues with being startled. The manager made one of those faces that quite clearly said, “Well, that’s ridiculous, I’m not doing anything about it.”
Jesus Christ on STILTS, I made suggestions and was shot down at every turn. “That’s not possible” (it so totally is, I’m not a fucking moron), “Well, we could do this instead,” etc.
Why is it that I do every-damn-thing for these people, and they can’t be bothered to give me the same even playing field the others have got? I bend over BACKWARDS to get crap done around here, I find all the problems, fix more than half of them myself because people are SO FUCKING STUPID, and then I get handed half a desk and told to deal with it.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE??!!
Equal opportunity employer, my FUCKING. ASS.
Also - I need my supervisor to check on something for me. I go to find her, and she's chatting about personal stuff with a few of my coworkers. Fine, I have no problem with that - we spend half our lives here, personal talk is fine with me. But then she had the audacity to look at me like I was crazy for interrupting her and goes, "Can I help you?"
Um, what? I have a work question, you are the supervisor, you fucking stop your personal talk and HELP ME, don't talk down to me like I'm a naughty child!! HELLO, POWER ABUSE...
And since I’m bitching….
Dear women of the eighth floor:
STOP PEEING ON THE DAMN TOILET SEATS! OTHER WOMEN HAVE TO USE THEM, TOO!
I will never love any of you, not ever,
Kim
GOD, I AM SO PISSED OFF.
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Date: 2008-08-19 05:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-21 05:33 pm (UTC)I know, right?
Honestly - most days I love my job. It's detail work, and I am Empress of Details. If it has to be right, then I'm your girl.
But some days... *lets out strangled growl of frustration* You know?
*giggles at your tag labeled minor irritations* sounds like a major irritation to me, hun.
*snerk* Hmmm...apparently I haven't got an appropriate tag for major irritations... *must think of something amusing* XD.