Monday, November 03, 2008
Getting My Hopes Up
I was in tears this morning when I woke up. Having looked at the clock and realised, yes, it was time for work, tears ended rolling down my face. That's how much I hate work at the moment. I didn't mind the work at first, there seemed plenty to do, even though it was only repetitive data entry and scanning. Now my shoulder twinges when I try to lift my arm, something I do hundreds of times a day loading that fucking scanner. Last week, I was on four painkillers every day, when I usually go without no matter what pain I am in. It just doesn't stop.
And the hateful, racist bigots that I work with. Everything wrong with the world is teenagers, immigrants, foreigners, black people. The only people who escape their daily rants are bitter twisted old cows like themselves. Every day I have to hear about the benefit scum bringing the country to it's knees, immigrants everywhere, how all Muslims are terrorists etc etc. It's like the Daily Mail in audio form. It's disgusting listening to them. I have tried arguing with them, pointing out a different point of view, but they usually just shout over me and treat me like a child. I hate it.
Today, whilst doing the second most boring part of the job, I was called into the office by the top boss and I gleefully thought, 'This is it. They're going to fire me! Yippee!', but no, those bastards extended my fucking contract! I was really looking forward to leaving as soon as possible, but can't just walk out without something else lined up. Also, when trying to explain myself about the therapy and how I have told the middle management bitch who thinks she's in charge of me how I will be requiring time off (who is denying me telling her, acting like I have just been running out every other Wednesday afternoon), when top boss told me 'I wasn't making any sense.' Thanks. Confidence boost or what. I looked her dead in the eye and told her one of the reasons I was in therapy was because I can't communicate properly, hoping she got my drift (I don't vocalise how I feel, I usually beat the shit out of someone. I'm punchy).
Arghhh, I hate my shitty job!
I think you just need to come to the U.S.
Not that we don't have our share of small-minded bigots....
but at least it would be a change of scenery.
p.s. there's always a room for you here at Casa de Pissy. :)
Jobs suck but I do not define myself by what i do to afford beer money and vacation time.
sending good thoughts your way.
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And the hateful, racist bigots that I work with. Everything wrong with the world is teenagers, immigrants, foreigners, black people. The only people who escape their daily rants are bitter twisted old cows like themselves. Every day I have to hear about the benefit scum bringing the country to it's knees, immigrants everywhere, how all Muslims are terrorists etc etc. It's like the Daily Mail in audio form. It's disgusting listening to them. I have tried arguing with them, pointing out a different point of view, but they usually just shout over me and treat me like a child. I hate it.
Today, whilst doing the second most boring part of the job, I was called into the office by the top boss and I gleefully thought, 'This is it. They're going to fire me! Yippee!', but no, those bastards extended my fucking contract! I was really looking forward to leaving as soon as possible, but can't just walk out without something else lined up. Also, when trying to explain myself about the therapy and how I have told the middle management bitch who thinks she's in charge of me how I will be requiring time off (who is denying me telling her, acting like I have just been running out every other Wednesday afternoon), when top boss told me 'I wasn't making any sense.' Thanks. Confidence boost or what. I looked her dead in the eye and told her one of the reasons I was in therapy was because I can't communicate properly, hoping she got my drift (I don't vocalise how I feel, I usually beat the shit out of someone. I'm punchy).
Arghhh, I hate my shitty job!
I think you just need to come to the U.S.
Not that we don't have our share of small-minded bigots....
but at least it would be a change of scenery.
p.s. there's always a room for you here at Casa de Pissy. :)
Jobs suck but I do not define myself by what i do to afford beer money and vacation time.
sending good thoughts your way.
Post a Comment
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