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I quit my job. My last day is in a week.
I faked being sick for the first time *ever* today and stayed home from work. Partly because I have an interview at 3 today and I doubt I could get home in time to make it, and partly because if I don't get a break I'm going to just walk the fuck out.
The job sucks. I've had jobs that suck before and I've stuck it out. The problem is that I have too many bosses, and they are *all* full of shit. My immediate supervisor takes absolutely no personal responsibility for her mistakes, and instead blames everything on me and my co-worker. Or, if she's defending herself to us, she blames everything on our bosses. I've caught her in so many lies, it's disgusting.
My other co-worker is Thai, and she doesn't have a great command of the English language. She can communicate OK, but she can't really defend herself all that well when she's being accused of doing something incorrectly. So, about a week ago, our supervisor complains that a bunch of trash is going in the wrong bin. Plastic in the compost, gloves in the recycling, etc. She blames it on Sriplai (the Thai co-worker) and asks her not to do it again. So when I notice gloves and plastic wrap in the recycling again, I say something to Sriplai, as well.
Welllll... Sriplai keeps a container at her station that she puts all of her trash in, because she doesn't like to go back and forth to the trash bin. She empties the entire thing into the trash. It couldn't have been her. I know it wasn't me. I'm very, very conscientious of these things and I *know* better.
So when it happened again yesterday, I said something to Belinda (the supervisor). She immediately started to blame Sriplai. I immediately defended her. When Belinda couldn't find anyone else to blame the problem on, she just stopped talking to me and started working on something. Just... what the fuck. So. Full. Of. SHIT.
And, magically, the gloves and plastic wrap stopped showing up in the recycling. What a fucking surprise.
So, basically, I'm done. Hopefully I'll find a new job soon, but I was just sick of being miserable.
I faked being sick for the first time *ever* today and stayed home from work. Partly because I have an interview at 3 today and I doubt I could get home in time to make it, and partly because if I don't get a break I'm going to just walk the fuck out.
The job sucks. I've had jobs that suck before and I've stuck it out. The problem is that I have too many bosses, and they are *all* full of shit. My immediate supervisor takes absolutely no personal responsibility for her mistakes, and instead blames everything on me and my co-worker. Or, if she's defending herself to us, she blames everything on our bosses. I've caught her in so many lies, it's disgusting.
My other co-worker is Thai, and she doesn't have a great command of the English language. She can communicate OK, but she can't really defend herself all that well when she's being accused of doing something incorrectly. So, about a week ago, our supervisor complains that a bunch of trash is going in the wrong bin. Plastic in the compost, gloves in the recycling, etc. She blames it on Sriplai (the Thai co-worker) and asks her not to do it again. So when I notice gloves and plastic wrap in the recycling again, I say something to Sriplai, as well.
Welllll... Sriplai keeps a container at her station that she puts all of her trash in, because she doesn't like to go back and forth to the trash bin. She empties the entire thing into the trash. It couldn't have been her. I know it wasn't me. I'm very, very conscientious of these things and I *know* better.
So when it happened again yesterday, I said something to Belinda (the supervisor). She immediately started to blame Sriplai. I immediately defended her. When Belinda couldn't find anyone else to blame the problem on, she just stopped talking to me and started working on something. Just... what the fuck. So. Full. Of. SHIT.
And, magically, the gloves and plastic wrap stopped showing up in the recycling. What a fucking surprise.
So, basically, I'm done. Hopefully I'll find a new job soon, but I was just sick of being miserable.