For the safety of my coworkers, I've decided to take a few "mental health" days. I woke up yesterday just knowing that the last thing on Earth I wanted to be doing was sitting at my desk controlling my fist of death.
Under normal circumstances I could almost say, "Hey, my job ain't that bad." It really isn't. There are some days where I'm in a groove and its almost enjoyable. It's not the job that's so bad, it's the douchebags I work with that make me miserable.
They're a bunch of needy mofos: they're "salespeople" so they excel at making excuses. Excuses don't fly with me. Perhaps that's because I was reared with the understanding that if I stepped one toe out of line there would be a switch with my name on it waiting for my ass.
I can be pretty dominating, but most of the time I'd prefer to keep my mouth shut and let people fall on their faces. Where that becomes difficult is when people run into Bossman's office to complain that "If I had XYZ, I could do my job." (If they did their job, then they could do their job.) Bossman, being the kind of person who is unable to say no to certain people will in turn tell that person to either give it to me to do, or he'll come out of his office to tell me to do it.
That has happened three times in the past two work days. Mind you, I only went to work on Monday and Tuesday. Because my salary is so heavily tied to what everyone else does, I really have no motivation to do a damned thing for the lowest performing person in the office, however she's the one that asks for the most exceptions, the most favors, the most tools. Then she'll go and complain about how her last job was a "real" job.
I actually got my tired ass out of my chair on Tuesday to express my expreme pisstvity at being asked to do a certain thing. I don't do that. Bossman gave me some lame-ass "Sometimes we have to try things...." response, and 30 minutes later I called it a "fuck it" day and was out the door.
Because he's known this woman of 15 years and since he's not really going to get rid of her, he won't say no to her asinine requests. Not like it's any skin off his back - he's not the one who has to follow through on them.
So, I'm at home. Doing laundry. Wasting my vacation days on this shit.
Posted by Tiffany at April 6, 2006 10:17 AM | TrackBack