Goodbye cruel job......
It would appear that thinking things through isn’t my strongpoint. I’ve managed to come to this conclusion after the events that have unfolded toady.
For the best part today started as nothing more than a normal Monday morning, basically meaning I didn’t want to be here. Everything was plodding along when me and the chap I work with were told off like children because a chassis number for a vehicle hadn’t made the transition from paper to computer. Now, I’m sorry, but considering said co-worker and me have been working our asses off recently I ‘m a little upset. I don’t want to come into work to be disciplined for some minor mistake that can be rectified in the blink of an eye, life’s to fucking short. This little incident wouldn’t have been nearly as aggravating had someone taken 10 seconds to thank us for our prior efforts before getting all shirty on us.
The fact of the matter is that the chap who is allegedly in charge of this place doesn’t like me. Now I know that may sound childish, but hell I’m entitled to my opinion. I can deal with that though because I don’t particularly like him, he’s a jumped up twat who has only managed to get anywhere in life thanks to his dad’s success. Were it not for him I can assure you that my supposed leader would be nothing more that a dull-as-beige accountant working for Aldi. And from what I can gather his amazing ability to be a wanker all of the time is going to bit him on the ass soon, I won’t be around to see it sadly but I’m sure I’ll find out all about it when it happens. There are a lot of unhappy people here. This is a problem you see, because every one of them has something in common. My boss needs them a hell of a lot more than they need him.
So, about me not thinking things through…I gave my notice in today, so fuck’em. Good riddance.
What day is ‘jobs day’ in the paper?
For the best part today started as nothing more than a normal Monday morning, basically meaning I didn’t want to be here. Everything was plodding along when me and the chap I work with were told off like children because a chassis number for a vehicle hadn’t made the transition from paper to computer. Now, I’m sorry, but considering said co-worker and me have been working our asses off recently I ‘m a little upset. I don’t want to come into work to be disciplined for some minor mistake that can be rectified in the blink of an eye, life’s to fucking short. This little incident wouldn’t have been nearly as aggravating had someone taken 10 seconds to thank us for our prior efforts before getting all shirty on us.
The fact of the matter is that the chap who is allegedly in charge of this place doesn’t like me. Now I know that may sound childish, but hell I’m entitled to my opinion. I can deal with that though because I don’t particularly like him, he’s a jumped up twat who has only managed to get anywhere in life thanks to his dad’s success. Were it not for him I can assure you that my supposed leader would be nothing more that a dull-as-beige accountant working for Aldi. And from what I can gather his amazing ability to be a wanker all of the time is going to bit him on the ass soon, I won’t be around to see it sadly but I’m sure I’ll find out all about it when it happens. There are a lot of unhappy people here. This is a problem you see, because every one of them has something in common. My boss needs them a hell of a lot more than they need him.
So, about me not thinking things through…I gave my notice in today, so fuck’em. Good riddance.
What day is ‘jobs day’ in the paper?
posted by Chris at 5:00 AM
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