I'm so sick, so sick of you

[thejunipertree]

I hate my job.
I hate my boss.

She looks like a frog.
And feels that everyone wants
to hear all about her offspring.

That baby is going to grow up to
be Norman Bates. Or the next Jeffrey Dahmer.
This, I swear.

My yearly review was today (two months
late). And want to know what kind of
raise I'm getting?

None.

Yep.

Because I am a bad employee with health
problems and the need for intellectual
stimulation to keep me dedicated to my
function.

Translation:

I call out a lot and I get caught using
email/Internet on company time.

However, when I am there and attentive
(which is really more often than not),
I KICK MUCH FUCKING ASS.

As in, and she even admitted this to me,
I produce THEE MOST WORK out of the entire
department in a single hour. I also have the
least amount of error and need for answers.
I am smart. I don't care what's going on
around me. I don't send her bullshit gossip
whining about what my coworkers are doing
every five seconds. And I don't stab her
in the face whenever I feel the urge.

Which is often.

How am I repayed?

I'm NOT.

Funny how that works, isn't it?
They all need to be destroyed.
The people who run this company make me
sick to my stomach. Smarmy fucking middle
aged men, every single Goddamn one in
senior management. And middle management
is just as puke inducing. Because they
all either want to be (a.) senior management
or (b.) praised by senior management.

What a fucking circle jerk.

I was happier working in a used CD store
for $5.00 an hour, way back when. Of course,
I was even more broke at that point then
I am now, but hey...that's a given when
you're making $5.00 an hour.

Wouldn't you say?