They make me sick.

I don't think I'm a petty person; really, I don't. I try to be perfectly clear about what my expectations are and am generally pretty slack about enforcing them.

What really pisses me off here (and by "here" I mean in the general vicinity of my workplace where I am sitting in semidarkness) is the constant unwillingness/lack of cooperation from the fucking recruiting staff.

I don't talk a lot when I'm here because I know everything that comes out of my mouth will go in one earhole and right out the other.

For instance: we buy blocks of Careerbuilder postings to use to source candidates. There was a tip from corporate that we should make certain that CB didn't edit our ads after the fact to change the industry and job type they were posted under. (They have a second party in India read the ads and change them if they don't like the categories.)

I told everyone in the office to make sure they go back and CHECK their ads because they may be audited and not appear the way they attended.

Three months later I have a recruiter going apeshit on the phone with someone at Careerbuilder because she found out 3 weeks into a 1 month posting that a chemical industry ad had been posted under "Banking/Finance." Obviously, that'll affect who applies.

When she came back here to get me to coconspirit with her and go "Ha ha," I simply said, "Didn't I tell y'all to go back and check the ads?"

I left yesterday in sort of a miff over that whole check-signing thing, and wasn't really so gung-ho about coming in this morning. To put icing on the cake, I still have one stupid fucker putting documents on my desk to type up.

I've made it perfectly clear in front of everyone in this office, Boss, and even in front of people from corporate that people should be PROCESSING THEIR OWN SHIT.

"Well, sometimes you should have three emergency things to process for each person," this idiot had the audacity to say.

Because someone from corporate was here and monitoring my every word, rather than rip this fucker a new one I told him that "priority" could mean next week. I have have other more pressing things that have to come first that do not involve me sitting on my fat ass doing data processing. So, if someone has some "urgent" thing they need to have typed up, they should be typing it up themselves. Don't come looking for it from me when Bossman asks YOU for it. It's not my responsibility.

So, when I came in this morning, it pissed me off royalty fo find another document from Fuckhead on my desk to be typed up.

Rather than bury it at the bottom of my inbox like I did before, I put it back on his desk. I should put his FIVE peanut-butter covered knives that are festering in the kitchen sink on his desk, too.

I'm at the point where I don't give a shit.

Posted by Tiffany at February 16, 2006 07:18 AM | TrackBack