Bitch Session
This is going to be a bitch session. I need to get it out of my system. If you don't feel like reading my bitch session, stop reading.
There's nothing that aggravates me more than having to clean up a mess that was preventable. I don't handle the situation well, especially when it's dumped in my lap without warning. There's no excuse for not testing anything. And after awhile, I refuse to cut you any slack. I must admit that I was a total bitch about this today. Have I mentioned that this is a bitch session? Yeah. I can't think of the last time that I was this pissed off. I'm not just upset. I'm not just pissed off. I'm livid. This is white, hot anger. This is I'm pissed off and I don't give a damn. This is I'm pissed off and I'm starting to figure out how to get out of this job.
I'm not saying immediately. I'm not saying in a week. I'm saying that this has gotten me starting to think about where I want to be in a couple years, and I don't think that it's going to be with this company.
I understand that all companies have problems, and perhaps they all have similar problems. But I don't know that for certain, and eventually I have to try. I don't like it when people give you excuses for stupid shit. Don't give me an excuse when it's clear you should've handled it. Especially, especially when I do favors for you all the time. If I help you out all the time, there's no reason to take advantage of me.
Perhaps that's why I'm really pissed off. What the hell would they do if I wasn't there today? Or yesterday? Or tomorrow? I don't like getting used, I don't like being taken advantage of, I don't like cleaning up messes, and I sure as hell don't like it when people expect me to do it. It sure as hell ain't my job!
I think that's it. I'm done. Perhaps I'll have more to bitch about tomorrow.
P.S. Internet still sucks, and I still don't have a working air conditioner.
There's nothing that aggravates me more than having to clean up a mess that was preventable. I don't handle the situation well, especially when it's dumped in my lap without warning. There's no excuse for not testing anything. And after awhile, I refuse to cut you any slack. I must admit that I was a total bitch about this today. Have I mentioned that this is a bitch session? Yeah. I can't think of the last time that I was this pissed off. I'm not just upset. I'm not just pissed off. I'm livid. This is white, hot anger. This is I'm pissed off and I don't give a damn. This is I'm pissed off and I'm starting to figure out how to get out of this job.
I'm not saying immediately. I'm not saying in a week. I'm saying that this has gotten me starting to think about where I want to be in a couple years, and I don't think that it's going to be with this company.
I understand that all companies have problems, and perhaps they all have similar problems. But I don't know that for certain, and eventually I have to try. I don't like it when people give you excuses for stupid shit. Don't give me an excuse when it's clear you should've handled it. Especially, especially when I do favors for you all the time. If I help you out all the time, there's no reason to take advantage of me.
Perhaps that's why I'm really pissed off. What the hell would they do if I wasn't there today? Or yesterday? Or tomorrow? I don't like getting used, I don't like being taken advantage of, I don't like cleaning up messes, and I sure as hell don't like it when people expect me to do it. It sure as hell ain't my job!
I think that's it. I'm done. Perhaps I'll have more to bitch about tomorrow.
P.S. Internet still sucks, and I still don't have a working air conditioner.