WTF? You bastard!
What the hell? Seriously?
I give you a memo saying I need to get the hell out of dodge and unless you have an apartment for rent at an amount that is impossible in this area I need a raise.
That's implies I need it soon. As in next paycheck.
So you say you will talk to brother accountant for the numbers to find out the amount. Ok. Fine. Good. Just tell me the god damn amount so I can figure out my damn budget.
Then you find a check on the chair that has to be signed before I leave on my mini-vacation (because I have no life and thus no reason to take an actual vacation) and ask if this includes the raise.
This implies that you have the numbers. I don't expect you to know what I make but obviously you figure out something doesn't add up.
Then you say you will take care of it first thing in the morning.
Okay. Fine. I just want the damn amount.
I remind you. You say nothing. I hear that you have been talking to your brother.
Good, I think. This means I should at least have the number soon.
You leave without saying a god damn thing to me so I have to take the time to call him myself.
I don't have the numbers, he says. I need more time, he says.
Any chance of getting these numbers today so I can figure out my budget?
Probably not.
Well, thank you very fucking much for ruining a day I was looking forward to.
Update: Brother accountant called and I can expect an extra $10 a week. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. I know it's better than nothing but it doesn't exactly help my situation with actually affording an apartment.
Not meaning to sound self righteous and I-demand-so-I-shall-receive, but I put in between 40 to 60 hours in this place because my supervisor spends most of her time on Facebook and STILL expects me to take care of her stupid-who-the-fuck-cares vacation photos. And I only get paid for 35 of those hours. I haven't asked for a raise in two years. I better damn well get something that is halfway decent so that it looks like I may be able to afford an apartment in an area that I don't have to worry about getting mugged.
LJ, for mood, why don't you have a castrate all 'em bitches option?
I give you a memo saying I need to get the hell out of dodge and unless you have an apartment for rent at an amount that is impossible in this area I need a raise.
That's implies I need it soon. As in next paycheck.
So you say you will talk to brother accountant for the numbers to find out the amount. Ok. Fine. Good. Just tell me the god damn amount so I can figure out my damn budget.
Then you find a check on the chair that has to be signed before I leave on my mini-vacation (because I have no life and thus no reason to take an actual vacation) and ask if this includes the raise.
This implies that you have the numbers. I don't expect you to know what I make but obviously you figure out something doesn't add up.
Then you say you will take care of it first thing in the morning.
Okay. Fine. I just want the damn amount.
I remind you. You say nothing. I hear that you have been talking to your brother.
Good, I think. This means I should at least have the number soon.
You leave without saying a god damn thing to me so I have to take the time to call him myself.
I don't have the numbers, he says. I need more time, he says.
Any chance of getting these numbers today so I can figure out my budget?
Probably not.
Well, thank you very fucking much for ruining a day I was looking forward to.
Update: Brother accountant called and I can expect an extra $10 a week. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. I know it's better than nothing but it doesn't exactly help my situation with actually affording an apartment.
Not meaning to sound self righteous and I-demand-so-I-shall-receive, but I put in between 40 to 60 hours in this place because my supervisor spends most of her time on Facebook and STILL expects me to take care of her stupid-who-the-fuck-cares vacation photos. And I only get paid for 35 of those hours. I haven't asked for a raise in two years. I better damn well get something that is halfway decent so that it looks like I may be able to afford an apartment in an area that I don't have to worry about getting mugged.
LJ, for mood, why don't you have a castrate all 'em bitches option?