Typical Afternoon in Hell
It’s one thing for me to get attitude from people here that dislike me. In a way I am fine with that. But, to the few that are actually tolerable, getting attitude from them is like a criminal offense and I almost just went off on this one woman for it. This dumb bitch crashed her system because she is constantly loading all this shit on it. She has those animated wallpapers and joins those screen-saver-a-day groups and basically corrupts here system with shit. Then she doesn’t understand why it runs slow and isn’t working while she’s trying to do her job and chat on AIM at the same time.
Last week she corrupted the O.S. and the thing died. I went out of my way to save her favorites and recover the data on her system. Something I would not have done for just anyone. I get the thing reloaded and I happened over there just a bit ago and she snaps at me about how ”nothing is working on this new machine”. I had forgotten to setup a printer for her. No one in this office is competent enough to setup their own. Instead of asking it seems she sat over there stewing about it until I walked by.
Then she bitched she couldn’t open pictures. I had restricted her rights on the system to try and prevent her from loading shit on it and it seems it wouldn’t even let her open jpegs. I think it’s a fair trade off to keep her idiocy from running rampant but she threw a fit about it. And then stormed off when I sat down to take care of it.
All of this because she is ”having a bad day”. Every day with her is a bad day because she just started her residency as a nurse, if that’s what it’s called, so she works here basically part time. This in turn pisses off all the other women here that already dislike her and so she’s the topic of their glares and whispers and this adds to her two job stress. So when she comes in, she is ”swamped” and has ”so much to deal with” and somehow, this is supposed to justify her acting like a raging cunt.
Fuck you.
In other pathetic work news, one of the top accounting guys asked me to setup one of the payroll printers for testing that he and one of the PS consultants could use. Jabba the Payroll Cunt comes back from lunch, seems to learn about this in the hallway with her drink and her purse still in hand, and comes into my office steaming about it... but with a fake smile plastered on her face as if trying to hold back from yelling at me about it. Then goes off on a long harangue about people printing off fake checks and running off to the bank to cash them.
What?! What fantasy world is this? Is there absolutely no one here that trusts anyone in even the slightest that you would think them testing out a printer means that someone is attempting to steal from the company. I directed her immediately to the person who asked for me to set the printer up and said she’d need to talk to him. She rambled on about stuff that had nothing to do with me as if I was supposed to understand and then she rolled off.
Fuck you!
I went to lunch with the New Jew and tried not to complain about how much I hated work or lead on that I am that much more of a miserable fuck than usual. He talked about some of his horror stories in the past few days and what a terrible place this is to work. Tell me something I don’t know.
I got stuck going with him alone because one of the girls cancelled and honestly, I would have preferred just going by myself somewhere instead, as I feel very awkward alone with him. Like he and I have nothing in common and wouldn’t even be speaking if we didn’t work together.
I got back here and had to lie to the Dell guy I talked to on the phone because I didn’t have the right express code number. So they think they are repairing a machine that is in this office. Hopefully that won’t come back to bite me in the ass. I just hope the tech comes in, sees the computer as being the same model and fixes it. Usually they still need the service tag number even when I give them the express code.
I don’t even know if what they told me is wrong with the machine is actually what is wrong with it. The one girl said it was ”the same thing that happened to my computer last week” so I just assumed and then made up some details when I talked to the tech. I guess when they swap the motherboard, if it doesn’t work, then I’ll worry. Otherwise I don’t give a fuck.
Speaking of Dell and my distaste for this job, I found a stack of papers from the past six months of renewal forms for Dell equipment here to extend warranties. I’d asked the CG early on about them and he said we’d talk about it and we never did. So since then I’ve gotten about six of these in the mail and none of these machines’ warranties have been extended. I feel like it adds to the sense of a time clock ticking on me getting out of here before it all blows up in my face.
I’ve already had a nightmare with the printer maintenance people when Jabba dumped that on me. I need to find this paper she gave me my first or second day with these serial numbers on it so I can send this maintenance in, and I don’t know where it is... nor will I ever ask her for it. I’d just assume get fired for not doing it. It’ll be my project tomorrow to try and find which office the printer is at though. There has to be a way without me talking to her. I don’t ever throw anything away. That paper has to be here somewhere.
Tension is just high all over the office today, again. This PeopleSoft thing is just bending everyone to the breaking point. And they're probably all pissed about the fact they’ll have to work on Xmas and on New Years too since none of them has yet had the balls to tell the Mafioso-fuck otherwise.
I am still breaking too. I am already planning on getting drunk tonight. Hoping for alcohol poisoning and death. I’ve been ready a few times today to drop to my knees and cry and beg God to get me the fuck out of here. I almost ready to make a deal with the fricken devil to do so. Anything to get me out of here.
The New Jew’s boss told him she was ok if he wanted to go get another job. What does that say about an office environment when people’s managers give them the okay to flee? When everyone is surfing job sites, have resumes on their desktops they work on during the day and email their friends talking about how horrible it is here (stupidly on their work accounts... it could be that very stupidity that explains why they are still here).
Are they afraid? Afraid of the big, fat fuck Mafioso. That he’ll ”ruin” their lives because he ”knows” so many people. Fuck him. I hope he reads this some day, the fat fuck. I’ll go out on the street right now and fight the fucker man to man. I don’t give a shit if he weighs 200+ pounds more than me. I’ll kick the shit out of him. We’ll see where his big ”power” is with my fucking fist knocking his teeth out.
Speaking of teeth, I found out our dental co-pay is only $5. I was about to just do it and call to make an appointment but I got distracted. It’s about time I did it. Might as well use the insurance here while I can. Right?
Last week she corrupted the O.S. and the thing died. I went out of my way to save her favorites and recover the data on her system. Something I would not have done for just anyone. I get the thing reloaded and I happened over there just a bit ago and she snaps at me about how ”nothing is working on this new machine”. I had forgotten to setup a printer for her. No one in this office is competent enough to setup their own. Instead of asking it seems she sat over there stewing about it until I walked by.
Then she bitched she couldn’t open pictures. I had restricted her rights on the system to try and prevent her from loading shit on it and it seems it wouldn’t even let her open jpegs. I think it’s a fair trade off to keep her idiocy from running rampant but she threw a fit about it. And then stormed off when I sat down to take care of it.
All of this because she is ”having a bad day”. Every day with her is a bad day because she just started her residency as a nurse, if that’s what it’s called, so she works here basically part time. This in turn pisses off all the other women here that already dislike her and so she’s the topic of their glares and whispers and this adds to her two job stress. So when she comes in, she is ”swamped” and has ”so much to deal with” and somehow, this is supposed to justify her acting like a raging cunt.
Fuck you.
In other pathetic work news, one of the top accounting guys asked me to setup one of the payroll printers for testing that he and one of the PS consultants could use. Jabba the Payroll Cunt comes back from lunch, seems to learn about this in the hallway with her drink and her purse still in hand, and comes into my office steaming about it... but with a fake smile plastered on her face as if trying to hold back from yelling at me about it. Then goes off on a long harangue about people printing off fake checks and running off to the bank to cash them.
What?! What fantasy world is this? Is there absolutely no one here that trusts anyone in even the slightest that you would think them testing out a printer means that someone is attempting to steal from the company. I directed her immediately to the person who asked for me to set the printer up and said she’d need to talk to him. She rambled on about stuff that had nothing to do with me as if I was supposed to understand and then she rolled off.
Fuck you!
I went to lunch with the New Jew and tried not to complain about how much I hated work or lead on that I am that much more of a miserable fuck than usual. He talked about some of his horror stories in the past few days and what a terrible place this is to work. Tell me something I don’t know.
I got stuck going with him alone because one of the girls cancelled and honestly, I would have preferred just going by myself somewhere instead, as I feel very awkward alone with him. Like he and I have nothing in common and wouldn’t even be speaking if we didn’t work together.
I got back here and had to lie to the Dell guy I talked to on the phone because I didn’t have the right express code number. So they think they are repairing a machine that is in this office. Hopefully that won’t come back to bite me in the ass. I just hope the tech comes in, sees the computer as being the same model and fixes it. Usually they still need the service tag number even when I give them the express code.
I don’t even know if what they told me is wrong with the machine is actually what is wrong with it. The one girl said it was ”the same thing that happened to my computer last week” so I just assumed and then made up some details when I talked to the tech. I guess when they swap the motherboard, if it doesn’t work, then I’ll worry. Otherwise I don’t give a fuck.
Speaking of Dell and my distaste for this job, I found a stack of papers from the past six months of renewal forms for Dell equipment here to extend warranties. I’d asked the CG early on about them and he said we’d talk about it and we never did. So since then I’ve gotten about six of these in the mail and none of these machines’ warranties have been extended. I feel like it adds to the sense of a time clock ticking on me getting out of here before it all blows up in my face.
I’ve already had a nightmare with the printer maintenance people when Jabba dumped that on me. I need to find this paper she gave me my first or second day with these serial numbers on it so I can send this maintenance in, and I don’t know where it is... nor will I ever ask her for it. I’d just assume get fired for not doing it. It’ll be my project tomorrow to try and find which office the printer is at though. There has to be a way without me talking to her. I don’t ever throw anything away. That paper has to be here somewhere.
Tension is just high all over the office today, again. This PeopleSoft thing is just bending everyone to the breaking point. And they're probably all pissed about the fact they’ll have to work on Xmas and on New Years too since none of them has yet had the balls to tell the Mafioso-fuck otherwise.
I am still breaking too. I am already planning on getting drunk tonight. Hoping for alcohol poisoning and death. I’ve been ready a few times today to drop to my knees and cry and beg God to get me the fuck out of here. I almost ready to make a deal with the fricken devil to do so. Anything to get me out of here.
The New Jew’s boss told him she was ok if he wanted to go get another job. What does that say about an office environment when people’s managers give them the okay to flee? When everyone is surfing job sites, have resumes on their desktops they work on during the day and email their friends talking about how horrible it is here (stupidly on their work accounts... it could be that very stupidity that explains why they are still here).
Are they afraid? Afraid of the big, fat fuck Mafioso. That he’ll ”ruin” their lives because he ”knows” so many people. Fuck him. I hope he reads this some day, the fat fuck. I’ll go out on the street right now and fight the fucker man to man. I don’t give a shit if he weighs 200+ pounds more than me. I’ll kick the shit out of him. We’ll see where his big ”power” is with my fucking fist knocking his teeth out.
Speaking of teeth, I found out our dental co-pay is only $5. I was about to just do it and call to make an appointment but I got distracted. It’s about time I did it. Might as well use the insurance here while I can. Right?