My Boss, or, The Serial Tyrant
Date Friday, March 29, 2024 - 07:28 AM PST
Topic Whining


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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