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| Articles: My Boss, or, The Serial Tyrant |
Posted by
Schizo on Monday, February 24, 2003 - 12:02 PM PST
I FUCKING HATE MY BOSS!!!!! SHE'S A NANNYGOAT FROM FUCKING SHEOL!!!
OK. Now I feel a little better. But seriously, this woman needs some hardcore psychotherapy!
A little background - I make ball bearings. I'm the person who pokes the little balls down into the little grooves to make the little bearings spin properly. It's very boring.
I also happen to sit next to a congenial person. On one side, at least. She is fun to talk to. It makes the day go by faster. It also helps me work faster, as I am not falling asleep on my job when I am talking about my theory of space and time.
However, the woman on the other side of me is a raging hypocrite. She turns completely around in her chair to talk to the woman behind her for ages at a time, stopping work altogether to discuss her corns or god knows what else.
However, she also likes to report me for supposedly stopping work to talk. Which is complete bullshit.
What really sucks is, my boss laps it up because she's had it in for me since the beginning. I'm young, I'm fairly good-looking, I'm new, and I'm friends with the wrong people.
So she'll tell me to stop talking and start working when she can see right in front of her that I'm working like fury.
She sent a bad review to my temp agency a while back, which they pretty much ignored. Well, she doesn't like being ignored. What she likes is making life hell for people. I can tell she likes it, because she gets this sadistic little smirk when she does it.
She "warned" me of this a while ago. She told me that she was going to send another bad review to the agency. She refused to listen to my polite protests that I keep working just as fast when I talk.
Well, all hell broke loose today. This morning when I went in to work, I found I had been switched with some little old lady. I no longer sit next to my friend. I sit in the back of the room with ABSOLUTELY NO ONE TO TALK TO, and the suckiest job in the room, the one that makes my hand turn red and swell up like a balloon.
I found out later that I had been tattled on once again, and that I was to be switched permanently. Needless to say, I was pissed.
I'm already allergic to the oils that cover everything. I have to wear gloves, and if my nose itches, I can't even scratch it for fear of breaking out in a poison ivy-esque rash.
The only things that were keeping me at this job were my friendship with that girl, and the near proximity of benefits, when I get hired on, which would theoretically happen in about a month. I desperately need health insurance and dental insurance.
Well, I just lost one of my reasons for staying. And I've gained another reason for leaving.
When I went to my temp agency this evening after work to pick up my paycheck, I had every intention of asking them to find me another job. I am sick of being persecuted. (Everyone I've talked to has assured me that my boss has a habit of picking out scapegoats and making their lives hell, and that I would just have to "deal with it".) I never got a chance to.
I was immediately called to the back, and shown my new review. The review told a tale of how supposedly I had deliberately defied my boss, and was continuing to neglect my work. That my production was down.
Let me tell you something. My production is very far from down. My particular section, which consisted mainly of my friend and I, and other occasional people off and on, is one of the only ones that consistantly meets goal. I often have people who give me a rush job to do, express their amazement at the speed that I complete it.
Well, supposedly I've been neglecting my work to talk. So I'm on a two week probationary period, and if my ways don't change, I won't get hired on.
This means, 3 months of work at an uber-boring job, dealing with shitty people, with no benefits at the end. Nothing. Nada.
Obviously, I can't change my ways. My ways were never wrong in the first place. There's nothing I can do to change this woman's mind. So I can pretty much guarantee that I will not be hired.
Luckily, the temp people believe my story. They say they'll look for a new job for me. They say to stick it out, and just do my best.
Unfortunately, they want me to confront my boss on Monday, and tell her that I will do my best work, but that I have not been slacking off to talk. I already know this will do no good, as I have already tried it.
Hopefully in a few weeks, I'll have a new job. But I'll still have to wait 3 more months to get my insurance.
I feel like crying.
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Re: My Boss, or, The Serial Tyrant
by MystryssRavynDarque (A1MANDI04@AOL.COM)
on Feb 24, 2003 - 12:57 PM
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Oi vey! I am so sorry that you have to deal with that bull shit! As the phrase is "Absolute power corrupts absolutely", and it is obvious that your boss has been corrupted a whole fucking bunch!
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Re: My Boss, or, The Serial Tyrant
by Psychopixi on Feb 25, 2003 - 12:45 PM
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Gods, I'm so sorry you have to put up with that shit! That is so unfair, I'm all angry with your boss now! Oooh, maybe I could kill her for you... if I lived in America... and owned a gun....
*Hugs*
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Damn damn damn
by Arthegarn on Feb 25, 2003 - 01:26 PM
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I really wish I was an American lawyer. I really do. That way I could hug you, which is what you need instead of all this following psychobabble, and I could show up in your job making discrete inquiries about a mobbing case that seems to be happening in there...
Remember that Simpsons episode when they explain why there are no Maggie photos at home? When Burns places this huge "Remember you are HERE for ever" (or something like that) poster in front of Homer's workplace and he uses Maggie's photos to cover almost the whole poster so it reads "Remember you are her for her" (or something like that? Well... Well, see that chapter, anyway, at least it'll take your mind off your troubles.
I wish I could do something to help you. Your boss sucks. I am really enraged that these things must happen to someone like you and in your situation, it makes my faith in Universal Justice waver. I wonder whiy is it that really nice people get hurt once and again while total retards get away with everything. But then again, that's the Sixth Seal, isn't it?
I had a similar experience once. Only I was fired (yeah, Arthegarn was fired once). I worked as International Debt Collector for a publishing firm here in Spain (it still has a website, in case you want to blow it to pieces). It used to be a department for three, I was the only one, had to talk to people from the Dominican Republic to Indonesia (including one from Seattle, boy, that guy stinked and half of the time I couldn't make a word of what he was saying) what meant I had a lousy timetable. Then they hired this 42 year-old guy with a lot of experience who did mostly nothing but sit back and give advices and handle the European clients. Well, I was meeting my schedules and objectives, he was not meeting his and who was fired? I was. It was after that experience that I decided to get in the College and become a lawyer, so really you just can't say... sometimes good things come from getting whacked by bad bosses.
But at the time I felt like shit, mistreated, I felt my work was not appreciated, I lost confidence in myself and my abilities...I even thought my English was not that good. And I wondered why the hell everything had to happen to me. Wow, I had a bad week.
But I got "lucky". That same week I got involved with the girl of my dreams and that healed all my wounds. Yeah... You know who am I talking about... So you really never know...
Hang on, sweetie. Good things come to those who wait, and remember you have that "sort of luck that is almost criminal". Something good will come out of all this, I am sure.
I'll ask Asmodeus what he can do about your boss... Maybe he could make her fall in love with you (haw haw haw)
Lots of cyberhugs
Arthegarn
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Re: My Boss, or, The Serial Tyrant
by Merry_Widow on Feb 25, 2003 - 02:10 PM
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I'm sorry about the evil nazi boss. I know how much it can suck to have a crappy boss. I had a manger cuss me and my supervisor out and call us, in a crude, roundabout way, whores. Then we got him fired...
Obviously, that isn't an option here, but I think an old fashioned mangling might be. Just drop me a line if that tickles your proverbial fancy.
On a side note, the line from the Simpsons intially read "Don't forget, you're here forever." It was altered to read "Do it for her."
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Hang in there!
by AloneSoul (AloneSoul@hurting.com)
on Mar 02, 2003 - 05:21 PM
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Nazi boss indeed. They get their power trips from constantly bludgeoning the will of the youthful employee who is just trying to make a living. I bet you your boss is a ugly bitch, the size of Moby Dick.
When I was working through ACCU I got stuck in a box factory with the biggest dick-head boss you could ever imagine. His name was Frank, a bird chested twig of a man who even says “I just like busting your balls” with a hint of stale satire in his groggy voice. You could never stuff enough boxes or get enough stacks done. Many who came to work at Sony’s shipping department either quit or were fired...and then more came in from the staffing service, busting their backs, stuffing PSX boxes with demo disks or lifting boxes onto stacks...boxes, so many boxes.
Slavery with a blue collar. I am so sorry, hang on just alittle longer. You have my best wishes.
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