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Yes, well, it has been a while hasn't it?
Sure, she pays for the pretty LJ but does she update it? No, not really. She's too bloody lazy. No, that's not totally true (the lazy bit is though). She does every once in a while blabber, whine and crap on about stuff on her LJ. She's gotten so pathetic that she considers "memes" and other such posts are updates.
So here it is. A proper update. And please, don't expect another one for at least another month...or two.
I hate my job. I have over the past 3 months complained about the work load, my frustrations regarding particular aspects of the job, and the fact that I received practically no training and was then thrown into the deep end and was expected to be OK about it. Not being particularly shy on the complaints department, I whinged to everyone at work (albeit in that ever so subtle melodramatic bipolar drama queen diva-esque style that my work colleagues have come to recognise and though not necessarily love, expect).
I threw the biggest tantrum in front of everyone. This came days after I completely yelled at one of the managers, hung up on them and refused to talk to them when they called again. This lead many complaints which resulted into the infamous temper tantrum. I was called into the office where my Big Manager told me that a few people had called and complimented me on doing a great job. I thought I was going to be fired, but as it turned out, it was just damage control.
Fast forward a month. The manager I yelled at was rallying and getting people to write in complaints about me. It didn't matter how little and pathetic it was, they were urged to complain. Fine. I didn't care. I hated the fucking bitch. However, after being called into the office for the third time in a week to answer the complaints (or explain my side of the complaints, which pretty much was NOT my fault), I had had enough. I told my direct supervisor that at the end of this contract, I was not signing another one. She was a little shell shocked.
I went on to tell her how much I hated the job and proceeded to tell her *everything* I thought was wrong with my job. I then told them that those stupid complaints that she was answering were stupid, and she shouldn't have been investigating them. She should have just told them off and stand up for me. She knows the work. She knows the deadlines and the problems. She knew how hard I worked. So, pretty much burnt all my bridges.
The next day, the gossip had spread and there was much intervention from everyone and much trying to get me to change my mind. My team leader, team, manager, ex-team members...they all tried to talk me out of quitting. I mean seriously, my contract wasn't going to expire in 3 months. Plenty of time to find another person etc...
So, anyway, on Thursday as I was doing the collection for Nathan (to be mentioned in the Work Related Non-Rant section), I get to Richard who completely goes baby-psycho at me. What? What? What the hell did I do to you?!? Turns out that they decided to take him out of his position and lump him with mine. He adamently refused knowing that my area was in complete shambles. He does a little rant and tells me what the managers had been planning which got me all angry and riled up. Half an hour later I get called into the office and they tell me that they are moving me to another position which does not require a lot of client interaction. This was because they didn't want to lose me and knew I wasn't coping and that I was stressed. Also I had been receiving a lot of complaints recently.
I completely lost it and and refused to move. I told them that if they moved me now I won't even work my contract. That I'd hand in my 2 weeks notice and take my annual leave to cover that period. Much panic and flustering from my supervisor. Much anger and resentment from me. She then tells me that this was all to keep me, to accomodate me. How? By insulting me? She then tells me that she thought this was what I wanted. No, what I wanted was for me to get training (which I no longer need because I've now worked it all bloody out by myself!). I want the work load to be evenly distributed. I want help with one of my problem areas. I wanted her support when my clients chuck hissy fits. I want her to tell them no, we were not going to do a special pay run just for them instead of freaking out when they complain. I just want out.
*Drama Queen Exit*
Storm out of her office and returned to my desk where I promptly bawled my eyes out. Much support from my team members and guilt from Richard, who after our talk wrote his resignation letter. So now, it's VERY uncomfortable at work with myself and the managers. The colleagues are all very wonderful and understanding though.
Sorry about the rant. Had to get it off my chest.
After the horror of work on Thursday, I went over to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragonfly8's to pick up my entertainment book as I was going to dinner with Sue the next day. When I arrived, the little poppet is having a bath after helping out with the gardening. Half an hour later, while dragonfly8 is in the kitchen organising the dinner, I am in the lounge room blow drying Bunny's hair.
Bunny: My turn! I'll do your hair.
Me: OK, bring your chair over.
Bunny: *brush* *brush* *tangle hair* *brush* *snip*
Me: (frozen) Snip? Oh my god!
dragonfly8 comes running into the room after hearing me squeal.
Me: She cut my hair!
dragonfly8: Did you cut Jasmin's hair?
Bunny: (overwhelmed) *burst into tears*
Me: It's OK sweetie, don't cry.
Bunny: *Cries even louder and runs todragonfly8*
So yeah, Thursday was great. Work was fucking horrible and then I come over and make a little girl cry. Fantastic.
I love the people I work with. For the past 2 months my newest team member has been a constant source of distraction, which I thank him for. And although I have in the past complained that he has the easiest job in the entire area and have resented that fact, he's been absolutely fun to banter with and is all of 20. Lovely boy - absolutely adore him. We've all been mothering him and teasing him about his age etc. Anyway, he got his letter of reprieve and is moving to PMH to work there in Recruitment. Lucky bastard, but we were all very happy for the kid.
For the past two weeks, knowing that he was leaving, he's been bugging us and demanding affection.
Nathan: Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Me: Depends. Are you dying?
Nathan: No, Damn you! Where's the love?
Me: Shut up and do some of my work.
Nathan: I'm going to miss you all when I leave here. John, are you going to miss me?
John: Nope.
Nathan: Why not? I'll miss you.
John: You're not a team player. We all hate you.
Nathan: (sulk) I *am* a team player.
John: No you're not. You only help Jasmin.
Nathan: That's because she's practically suicidal. And she hits me. (Silence) So, are you going to miss me?
John: Yes, now shut up and do some of Jasmin's work.
Nathan: (stupid grin on face) You're going to miss me. *bounce* bounce* I love you too.
Nathan: Daniel, will you miss me?
Looks around. No Daniel.
Nathan: That bastard! He's never here. He's the only one I'm not going to miss.
Nathan: Inge, are you going to miss me?
Inge: Don't talk to me!
Nathan: (blinks) ?!?!?
Inge: I hate you. That's it. I'm not talking to any new people ever again. You're friendly, you help them out, teach them stuff, develope some affection for them and then after ten weeks, they just up and leave. I hate you. *bitter* *bitter*
Nathan: (stupid grin on face) You love me!
Nathan: Mark, are you going to miss me?
Mark: Yeah, you're a good kid.
Nathan: (pouts) Well, that was no fun. Walks away with stupid grin on face.
Nathan: Jasmin, you were just messing about the other time right? You're going to miss me, righ?
Me: *snort*
Nathan: Will you miss me?
Me: I'll miss you...not doing the mail, not helping me with my work...
Nathan: So, you're really not going to miss me? *Pout* *Sulk* *Pout*
Me: Hello? Am in the middle of my own drama! Self Involvement Moment here! *Glare* Here, do some of my work.
Second last day at work...
Nathan: Jasmin, you are going to miss me right?
Me: (sigh) Fine, yes, OK, I'm going to miss you OK?
Nathan: You're just saying that! You *not* going to miss me at all. *Sulk*
Me: What? I just said I was going to miss you.
Nathan: *Silent treatment*
Me: What? You want me to declare my love to you in front of everyone?
Nathan: *Arms crossed, holding breath, sulking prettily*
Me: Fine, whatever, do some of my work.
So, after all that, I decided to do a collection for the kid. Sure, he was there for all of two seconds and didn't really warrant a collection, but nevertheless, I did it! I'd show that little bastard that I'd miss him. Then he'll be sorry! The thing you should note here is that when I do a collection I harrass people and guilt trip them into giving. When I don't do a collection, we get about $30. When I do a collection we get about $100. However, it didn't seem right to harrass everyone, just people in Payroll and QA. Result: $50ish. Pretty damn good for someone who had been here for 10 weeks.
Organised group photos and a sexy photo of John for him. On going joke about John and Nathan, mentor/protege, older man/young boy...a love that dares to loudly speak its name. Often. Also got Nathan a bottle of Jack Daniels Black, the group photo and a Dr Suesse lunch box filled with lollies, crayons, and Bob the Builder activity books.
Friday afternoon...
Nathan: (Opens lunch box) *red faced* (Quickly closes box)
Everyone: *Uproarous laughter*
Nathan: *Another quick peak*
Sticky taped inside the lid is a picture of John laying on the conference table doing a sexy pose and a note: For when I you miss me, love and kisses, John.
Nathan: (Clinging lovingly to his chest the lunch box) I love it. You guys rock.
Went out for drinks with him and one last hug for the road. So yeah, I'm going to miss the kid. He was fun.
After this, went out to dinner with Sue and ate a LOT of food. It was fantastic. Yummy. Company was also fabulous.
Will review Trille's Big Birthday Celebration in another post because then it'll be all about her and she likes that kind of thing. And it'd be less boring.
Signed, Me.
Sure, she pays for the pretty LJ but does she update it? No, not really. She's too bloody lazy. No, that's not totally true (the lazy bit is though). She does every once in a while blabber, whine and crap on about stuff on her LJ. She's gotten so pathetic that she considers "memes" and other such posts are updates.
So here it is. A proper update. And please, don't expect another one for at least another month...or two.
I hate my job. I have over the past 3 months complained about the work load, my frustrations regarding particular aspects of the job, and the fact that I received practically no training and was then thrown into the deep end and was expected to be OK about it. Not being particularly shy on the complaints department, I whinged to everyone at work (albeit in that ever so subtle melodramatic bipolar drama queen diva-esque style that my work colleagues have come to recognise and though not necessarily love, expect).
I threw the biggest tantrum in front of everyone. This came days after I completely yelled at one of the managers, hung up on them and refused to talk to them when they called again. This lead many complaints which resulted into the infamous temper tantrum. I was called into the office where my Big Manager told me that a few people had called and complimented me on doing a great job. I thought I was going to be fired, but as it turned out, it was just damage control.
Fast forward a month. The manager I yelled at was rallying and getting people to write in complaints about me. It didn't matter how little and pathetic it was, they were urged to complain. Fine. I didn't care. I hated the fucking bitch. However, after being called into the office for the third time in a week to answer the complaints (or explain my side of the complaints, which pretty much was NOT my fault), I had had enough. I told my direct supervisor that at the end of this contract, I was not signing another one. She was a little shell shocked.
I went on to tell her how much I hated the job and proceeded to tell her *everything* I thought was wrong with my job. I then told them that those stupid complaints that she was answering were stupid, and she shouldn't have been investigating them. She should have just told them off and stand up for me. She knows the work. She knows the deadlines and the problems. She knew how hard I worked. So, pretty much burnt all my bridges.
The next day, the gossip had spread and there was much intervention from everyone and much trying to get me to change my mind. My team leader, team, manager, ex-team members...they all tried to talk me out of quitting. I mean seriously, my contract wasn't going to expire in 3 months. Plenty of time to find another person etc...
So, anyway, on Thursday as I was doing the collection for Nathan (to be mentioned in the Work Related Non-Rant section), I get to Richard who completely goes baby-psycho at me. What? What? What the hell did I do to you?!? Turns out that they decided to take him out of his position and lump him with mine. He adamently refused knowing that my area was in complete shambles. He does a little rant and tells me what the managers had been planning which got me all angry and riled up. Half an hour later I get called into the office and they tell me that they are moving me to another position which does not require a lot of client interaction. This was because they didn't want to lose me and knew I wasn't coping and that I was stressed. Also I had been receiving a lot of complaints recently.
I completely lost it and and refused to move. I told them that if they moved me now I won't even work my contract. That I'd hand in my 2 weeks notice and take my annual leave to cover that period. Much panic and flustering from my supervisor. Much anger and resentment from me. She then tells me that this was all to keep me, to accomodate me. How? By insulting me? She then tells me that she thought this was what I wanted. No, what I wanted was for me to get training (which I no longer need because I've now worked it all bloody out by myself!). I want the work load to be evenly distributed. I want help with one of my problem areas. I wanted her support when my clients chuck hissy fits. I want her to tell them no, we were not going to do a special pay run just for them instead of freaking out when they complain. I just want out.
*Drama Queen Exit*
Storm out of her office and returned to my desk where I promptly bawled my eyes out. Much support from my team members and guilt from Richard, who after our talk wrote his resignation letter. So now, it's VERY uncomfortable at work with myself and the managers. The colleagues are all very wonderful and understanding though.
Sorry about the rant. Had to get it off my chest.
After the horror of work on Thursday, I went over to
dragonfly8's to pick up my entertainment book as I was going to dinner with Sue the next day. When I arrived, the little poppet is having a bath after helping out with the gardening. Half an hour later, while dragonfly8 is in the kitchen organising the dinner, I am in the lounge room blow drying Bunny's hair. Bunny: My turn! I'll do your hair.
Me: OK, bring your chair over.
Bunny: *brush* *brush* *tangle hair* *brush* *snip*
Me: (frozen) Snip? Oh my god!
dragonfly8 comes running into the room after hearing me squeal.Me: She cut my hair!
dragonfly8: Did you cut Jasmin's hair?Bunny: (overwhelmed) *burst into tears*
Me: It's OK sweetie, don't cry.
Bunny: *Cries even louder and runs to
dragonfly8*So yeah, Thursday was great. Work was fucking horrible and then I come over and make a little girl cry. Fantastic.
I love the people I work with. For the past 2 months my newest team member has been a constant source of distraction, which I thank him for. And although I have in the past complained that he has the easiest job in the entire area and have resented that fact, he's been absolutely fun to banter with and is all of 20. Lovely boy - absolutely adore him. We've all been mothering him and teasing him about his age etc. Anyway, he got his letter of reprieve and is moving to PMH to work there in Recruitment. Lucky bastard, but we were all very happy for the kid.
For the past two weeks, knowing that he was leaving, he's been bugging us and demanding affection.
Nathan: Will you miss me when I'm gone?
Me: Depends. Are you dying?
Nathan: No, Damn you! Where's the love?
Me: Shut up and do some of my work.
Nathan: I'm going to miss you all when I leave here. John, are you going to miss me?
John: Nope.
Nathan: Why not? I'll miss you.
John: You're not a team player. We all hate you.
Nathan: (sulk) I *am* a team player.
John: No you're not. You only help Jasmin.
Nathan: That's because she's practically suicidal. And she hits me. (Silence) So, are you going to miss me?
John: Yes, now shut up and do some of Jasmin's work.
Nathan: (stupid grin on face) You're going to miss me. *bounce* bounce* I love you too.
Nathan: Daniel, will you miss me?
Looks around. No Daniel.
Nathan: That bastard! He's never here. He's the only one I'm not going to miss.
Nathan: Inge, are you going to miss me?
Inge: Don't talk to me!
Nathan: (blinks) ?!?!?
Inge: I hate you. That's it. I'm not talking to any new people ever again. You're friendly, you help them out, teach them stuff, develope some affection for them and then after ten weeks, they just up and leave. I hate you. *bitter* *bitter*
Nathan: (stupid grin on face) You love me!
Nathan: Mark, are you going to miss me?
Mark: Yeah, you're a good kid.
Nathan: (pouts) Well, that was no fun. Walks away with stupid grin on face.
Nathan: Jasmin, you were just messing about the other time right? You're going to miss me, righ?
Me: *snort*
Nathan: Will you miss me?
Me: I'll miss you...not doing the mail, not helping me with my work...
Nathan: So, you're really not going to miss me? *Pout* *Sulk* *Pout*
Me: Hello? Am in the middle of my own drama! Self Involvement Moment here! *Glare* Here, do some of my work.
Second last day at work...
Nathan: Jasmin, you are going to miss me right?
Me: (sigh) Fine, yes, OK, I'm going to miss you OK?
Nathan: You're just saying that! You *not* going to miss me at all. *Sulk*
Me: What? I just said I was going to miss you.
Nathan: *Silent treatment*
Me: What? You want me to declare my love to you in front of everyone?
Nathan: *Arms crossed, holding breath, sulking prettily*
Me: Fine, whatever, do some of my work.
So, after all that, I decided to do a collection for the kid. Sure, he was there for all of two seconds and didn't really warrant a collection, but nevertheless, I did it! I'd show that little bastard that I'd miss him. Then he'll be sorry! The thing you should note here is that when I do a collection I harrass people and guilt trip them into giving. When I don't do a collection, we get about $30. When I do a collection we get about $100. However, it didn't seem right to harrass everyone, just people in Payroll and QA. Result: $50ish. Pretty damn good for someone who had been here for 10 weeks.
Organised group photos and a sexy photo of John for him. On going joke about John and Nathan, mentor/protege, older man/young boy...a love that dares to loudly speak its name. Often. Also got Nathan a bottle of Jack Daniels Black, the group photo and a Dr Suesse lunch box filled with lollies, crayons, and Bob the Builder activity books.
Friday afternoon...
Nathan: (Opens lunch box) *red faced* (Quickly closes box)
Everyone: *Uproarous laughter*
Nathan: *Another quick peak*
Sticky taped inside the lid is a picture of John laying on the conference table doing a sexy pose and a note: For when I you miss me, love and kisses, John.
Nathan: (Clinging lovingly to his chest the lunch box) I love it. You guys rock.
Went out for drinks with him and one last hug for the road. So yeah, I'm going to miss the kid. He was fun.
After this, went out to dinner with Sue and ate a LOT of food. It was fantastic. Yummy. Company was also fabulous.
Will review Trille's Big Birthday Celebration in another post because then it'll be all about her and she likes that kind of thing. And it'd be less boring.
Signed, Me.
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Oh, and in terms of my moodiness? Eeep. Sorry, I've been kinda randomly cross with you, haven't I? You know I'm totally in love with you, right? And that I don't mean it? And that I'm so going to buy you a cup of tea at some point *regardless* of cost.
If you haven't noticed me being moody, well then. Um. I *hope* I'm usually more consistently nice to people.
Not really a response to your post, I know. But you got a declaration of love so you can't really complain.
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I don't think there are that many really agreeable jobs out there (which is why I'm now working on being fully self employed).