Did I stay home from work again Tuesday?
Yes, yes I did.
Do I feel bad about it?
Not at all.
I will be the first to stand up and admit that I have a very bad attitude about my job right now, for reasons that extend beyond the woman who sits in the cubicle behind me. First, my boss is a fucking moron. Stupid and worthless is he. He has no business being a supervisor. We (the unit I work in) think the company is just shuffling him around until they find an acceptable reason to fire him. He's come close several times to be charged with sexual harrassment, and is known to have tried on at least one business trip to get the female co-worker traveling with him into bed. He has barely a vague clue as to what our department does. He's a schmoozer. When K met him, he told me later that Dave reminded him of a used car salesman. The sound of his voice sends chills up my spine in the same manner as fingernails on a chalkboard. My desk is about 10 feet diagnally outside his office, which apparently makes me his de facto assistant. There are times that he, rather than picking up the phone or walking the 10 feet to my desk, just shouts out my name if he needs to ask me something. I ignore him when he does this.
Second, the job I do seems very insignificant right now. I work for an insurance company. I rate and process policies that our computer system won't support. I push papers from one side of my desk to the other. It's very unsatisfying, but it's my lot in life right now. Somedays, though, it's just too much to deal with.
Yes, yes I did.
Do I feel bad about it?
Not at all.
I will be the first to stand up and admit that I have a very bad attitude about my job right now, for reasons that extend beyond the woman who sits in the cubicle behind me. First, my boss is a fucking moron. Stupid and worthless is he. He has no business being a supervisor. We (the unit I work in) think the company is just shuffling him around until they find an acceptable reason to fire him. He's come close several times to be charged with sexual harrassment, and is known to have tried on at least one business trip to get the female co-worker traveling with him into bed. He has barely a vague clue as to what our department does. He's a schmoozer. When K met him, he told me later that Dave reminded him of a used car salesman. The sound of his voice sends chills up my spine in the same manner as fingernails on a chalkboard. My desk is about 10 feet diagnally outside his office, which apparently makes me his de facto assistant. There are times that he, rather than picking up the phone or walking the 10 feet to my desk, just shouts out my name if he needs to ask me something. I ignore him when he does this.
Second, the job I do seems very insignificant right now. I work for an insurance company. I rate and process policies that our computer system won't support. I push papers from one side of my desk to the other. It's very unsatisfying, but it's my lot in life right now. Somedays, though, it's just too much to deal with.
I really need a vacation.
2 comments:
There is a lot of that going around these days ...
I hope you enjoyed your day off!
Next time rent, "9 to 5" and "Office Space"
Good for you! Sometimes we all need those "mental health" days.
Hey Powerball is up to 365 million this weekend!! Not that there's a snowflakes chance in hell, but... ;)
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