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Had the most wretched fucking day at work. Like, I am actually nauseous with how angry I am. I'm one person in a two-person team that handles direct debits for five subsidiary companies spread across three islands. The other guy left for a two week holiday yesterday.
My role is primarily back-office administrative work, meaning, I dont deal directly with our fucking herpderp customers unless something is actually wrong. Then they call the customer service team, who shoot me an email to let me know what the query's about, I investigate it, and call the customer back.
Except there's always, always some fuckwit who decides that this way of doing things doesn't apply to them, and hey, they should definately ring me when I'm running a payment extraction for our 30 thousand customers so they can ask me their fucktarded questions, waste my time, put me behind, and create a load of unnecessary pressure because, idk, they're so worthless and stupid that they don't know how to send an email?
So this morning they get told, hey, direct debits is now down to one person, you should definately do your job the way you've been repeatedly told to do your job and not be selfish fucking morons ringing and blathering because you cant work a fucking keyboard without soiling yourselves, you inbred fuckpigs.
Which apparently translates as "hey, be a bunch of fucking inconsiderate moronic cuntstains, and ring and waste time even more than usual, because when one person is responsible for about two thirds of the money that comes into this company, its a really good idea to piss that person off and stress her out to the point where she is literally shaking with rage less than an hour into her working day."
ive got rage eczema so bad that the skin under my breasts is coming away in semi-opaque scales rather than flakes, and I cant tell if theres genuinely something wrong with my stomach or I'm so fucking furious that my innards are boiling with it.
I honestly want to set that building on fire just so I can be left alone to do my fucking job while that department takes their little herpderp variety show outside and waits for the fire department to show up. bonus, at least one of them is so stupid that theyll trip and fall and hopefully succumb to the flames in an act of pure darwinism.
I got back from lunch today and my supervisor was like, oh, herpderp fucktard the third called because she said you werent answering your phone.
my desk phone. on my desk. at lunch time. when I leave to get lunch.
so now apparently its ok to call my supervisor and complain about me taking a lunch break, which I do not get paid for and to which I am contractually entitled.
at that point I actually took skin off my palms because I was clenching my fists so hard, trying to stop myself from pointing out that said coworker is the size of a fucking house and therefore has no right telling other people not to take their lunch, unless of course shes worried that I might buy a donut while im out and then she can only have 999 donuts for her lunch instead of the usual 1000.
then when I checked my emails there wasnt anything from her anyway, which either means the thing she was ringing for didnt require my intervention, or she ate her fucking keyboard and now cant send emails at all.
which will be fucking great, because it means I can expect more of this bullshit tomorrow.
My role is primarily back-office administrative work, meaning, I dont deal directly with our fucking herpderp customers unless something is actually wrong. Then they call the customer service team, who shoot me an email to let me know what the query's about, I investigate it, and call the customer back.
Except there's always, always some fuckwit who decides that this way of doing things doesn't apply to them, and hey, they should definately ring me when I'm running a payment extraction for our 30 thousand customers so they can ask me their fucktarded questions, waste my time, put me behind, and create a load of unnecessary pressure because, idk, they're so worthless and stupid that they don't know how to send an email?
So this morning they get told, hey, direct debits is now down to one person, you should definately do your job the way you've been repeatedly told to do your job and not be selfish fucking morons ringing and blathering because you cant work a fucking keyboard without soiling yourselves, you inbred fuckpigs.
Which apparently translates as "hey, be a bunch of fucking inconsiderate moronic cuntstains, and ring and waste time even more than usual, because when one person is responsible for about two thirds of the money that comes into this company, its a really good idea to piss that person off and stress her out to the point where she is literally shaking with rage less than an hour into her working day."
ive got rage eczema so bad that the skin under my breasts is coming away in semi-opaque scales rather than flakes, and I cant tell if theres genuinely something wrong with my stomach or I'm so fucking furious that my innards are boiling with it.
I honestly want to set that building on fire just so I can be left alone to do my fucking job while that department takes their little herpderp variety show outside and waits for the fire department to show up. bonus, at least one of them is so stupid that theyll trip and fall and hopefully succumb to the flames in an act of pure darwinism.
I got back from lunch today and my supervisor was like, oh, herpderp fucktard the third called because she said you werent answering your phone.
my desk phone. on my desk. at lunch time. when I leave to get lunch.
so now apparently its ok to call my supervisor and complain about me taking a lunch break, which I do not get paid for and to which I am contractually entitled.
at that point I actually took skin off my palms because I was clenching my fists so hard, trying to stop myself from pointing out that said coworker is the size of a fucking house and therefore has no right telling other people not to take their lunch, unless of course shes worried that I might buy a donut while im out and then she can only have 999 donuts for her lunch instead of the usual 1000.
then when I checked my emails there wasnt anything from her anyway, which either means the thing she was ringing for didnt require my intervention, or she ate her fucking keyboard and now cant send emails at all.
which will be fucking great, because it means I can expect more of this bullshit tomorrow.