Mi trabajo no es grave.
I'm really starting to hate some of the bitches at my job. And I'm one of those corny "hate is such a strong word" people, so this is getting bad. It's mainly the day staff (with one exception, Sherry is cool as shit). There's a few distinctions between the day and night and/or overnight staff. The day staff are all full time and the night is majority per diem. Which ultimately means we are not half as serious about this corny ass job as the day staff. Most of us are in school or have another job that takes precedent.
The day staff spends half of the time searching for little bullshit simple errors that the night staff makes, copying and pasting them to e-mails to the supervisors to make themselves look more efficient despite them making errors as well. The other half of the time is spent breathing hard and complaining about how hard our simple ass job is. How come I do the same EXACT thing that you do and I breathe like a normal person? Don't tell me you have asthma. I'm not going for it. Every two minutes it's "WHEW! I'm so tired!" "WHEW! I have a headache!" "WHEW! The phone rang again?!?! And I have to answer it while inputting at the same time?!!!!! OMG WHEW!!!!" WTF? This job is so not serious!
And then the "higher ups" don't know wtf is going on, but still have an opinion. Like the Director declared a certain person the best at our job when he has to ask me and another girl how to input. He's been there for 4 years. I've been there for 10 months. If he's the best, I definitely deserve a promotion. And the AD feeds into the "my job is so hard" mentality of the day staff because she doesn't know shit either. "OMG We had TWO fires today!!! At the same time!!!" Ok there's always a good four people in the daytime at any given moment. Calm down.
And the best one was today (which is now last monday). These two hispanic ladies (one of whom is this slow heffa) were talking about me en español with me sitting right there. It was kind of ironic because someone called requesting a spanish speaker at that moment and I said "espere uno momento por favor" and handed the call to one of them. lol So Lilliam is like "I can't believe it's so 'no me importa' [regarding me being like 10 minutes late that day. I swear these bastards WILL get over my lateness] blahblahblahespañolblahblahyaddayadditayaddita." I sat there torn between annoyance and wanting to reveal that I understood them perfectly (well... at least close to perfectly) . I really should've been like "Si, tienes razon. Es 'no me importa.' Porque este trabajo no es mi vida. Espero que tu coges una vida tambien algo dia. =)" Or something like that.
Soon we may really have to, if this ho keeps it up.
The day staff spends half of the time searching for little bullshit simple errors that the night staff makes, copying and pasting them to e-mails to the supervisors to make themselves look more efficient despite them making errors as well. The other half of the time is spent breathing hard and complaining about how hard our simple ass job is. How come I do the same EXACT thing that you do and I breathe like a normal person? Don't tell me you have asthma. I'm not going for it. Every two minutes it's "WHEW! I'm so tired!" "WHEW! I have a headache!" "WHEW! The phone rang again?!?! And I have to answer it while inputting at the same time?!!!!! OMG WHEW!!!!" WTF? This job is so not serious!
And then the "higher ups" don't know wtf is going on, but still have an opinion. Like the Director declared a certain person the best at our job when he has to ask me and another girl how to input. He's been there for 4 years. I've been there for 10 months. If he's the best, I definitely deserve a promotion. And the AD feeds into the "my job is so hard" mentality of the day staff because she doesn't know shit either. "OMG We had TWO fires today!!! At the same time!!!" Ok there's always a good four people in the daytime at any given moment. Calm down.
And the best one was today (which is now last monday). These two hispanic ladies (one of whom is this slow heffa) were talking about me en español with me sitting right there. It was kind of ironic because someone called requesting a spanish speaker at that moment and I said "espere uno momento por favor" and handed the call to one of them. lol So Lilliam is like "I can't believe it's so 'no me importa' [regarding me being like 10 minutes late that day. I swear these bastards WILL get over my lateness] blahblahblahespañolblahblahyaddayadditayaddita." I sat there torn between annoyance and wanting to reveal that I understood them perfectly (well... at least close to perfectly) . I really should've been like "Si, tienes razon. Es 'no me importa.' Porque este trabajo no es mi vida. Espero que tu coges una vida tambien algo dia. =)" Or something like that.
Soon we may really have to, if this ho keeps it up.