I hate my work.
I know we all hate our work, but i detest mine.
T'was the final straw today.
My boss had a go at me today, over nothing. She picked every little thing she could think of to say to me, because she just wanted to. Like, when i'd been there for a week and I took pens from the wrong cupboard. Like how i play Freecell at lunch time. How i don't word things properly.
Example, I told her on Thursday that i wanted to see my advisor before i went for an interview today. She was off friday, but on friday, i emailed my advisor and we decided that if there was nothing pressing that i had to see him about, i didn't have to go in right away, i could just have an extra hour in my bed. Which i did. When i got into work today, she said that i had pretty much demanded to go see my advisor and that was the end of the story.
Anyone who knows me knows thats not me.
What else... keeping a diary in my desk with phone numbers on post it notes in it, rather than writing in the diary. Phone numbers change, i don't like to make a mess of the book, it's just common sense, but no.
The final straw was today when she actually said the words, "I don't trust you, James; and I don't like working in the same office as people I don't trust."
FIRE ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
God i hate my fucking boss.
Sorry. I don't mean that.
I hate my job. Hopefully i'll get good news on Wednesday.
x
T'was the final straw today.
My boss had a go at me today, over nothing. She picked every little thing she could think of to say to me, because she just wanted to. Like, when i'd been there for a week and I took pens from the wrong cupboard. Like how i play Freecell at lunch time. How i don't word things properly.
Example, I told her on Thursday that i wanted to see my advisor before i went for an interview today. She was off friday, but on friday, i emailed my advisor and we decided that if there was nothing pressing that i had to see him about, i didn't have to go in right away, i could just have an extra hour in my bed. Which i did. When i got into work today, she said that i had pretty much demanded to go see my advisor and that was the end of the story.
Anyone who knows me knows thats not me.
What else... keeping a diary in my desk with phone numbers on post it notes in it, rather than writing in the diary. Phone numbers change, i don't like to make a mess of the book, it's just common sense, but no.
The final straw was today when she actually said the words, "I don't trust you, James; and I don't like working in the same office as people I don't trust."
FIRE ME FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
God i hate my fucking boss.
Sorry. I don't mean that.
I hate my job. Hopefully i'll get good news on Wednesday.
x