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In order for me to like my job, I would first have to give a frak about it...
I am seriously getting frelling sick of this job. I'm working myself out of one (as I tend to do), and people around me are just so flonqing stupid.
Dear manager in charge of me,
When I come to you and say, "I have nothing to do," it's probably not in your best interests to look annoyed that I, the temp, am better than EVERYONE ELSE at the job I am doing. It is also not in your best interests to be annoyed that you then have to FIND something for me to do.
Although, given my skillsets, you're really making FINE FINE use of them by having me box up papers for storage. I'm sure I needed that extra bit of IQ just to dot the letters properly.
It being the end of the month is no fucking excuse. We went through this LAST MONTH, and you should have fucking planned for it. Since you obviously didn't, I'm beginning to think you might want to re-think this whole "we need a temp" stance, because it's clear that you actually fucking don't.
And you're wasting my time.
Dear person in charge of our entire department,
The plural of food is not food's.
FAIL.
Epic, epic, epic FAIL.
I should have your job, but then, it would mean I'd have to keep working for this fucking company.
Hoping both of you fire me tomorrow, me.
Dear manager in charge of me,
When I come to you and say, "I have nothing to do," it's probably not in your best interests to look annoyed that I, the temp, am better than EVERYONE ELSE at the job I am doing. It is also not in your best interests to be annoyed that you then have to FIND something for me to do.
Although, given my skillsets, you're really making FINE FINE use of them by having me box up papers for storage. I'm sure I needed that extra bit of IQ just to dot the letters properly.
It being the end of the month is no fucking excuse. We went through this LAST MONTH, and you should have fucking planned for it. Since you obviously didn't, I'm beginning to think you might want to re-think this whole "we need a temp" stance, because it's clear that you actually fucking don't.
And you're wasting my time.
Dear person in charge of our entire department,
The plural of food is not food's.
FAIL.
Epic, epic, epic FAIL.
I should have your job, but then, it would mean I'd have to keep working for this fucking company.
Hoping both of you fire me tomorrow, me.
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....My brain just broke.
*cuddles Lyssie*
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*kicks stupid bosses*
*snuggles Lyssie*
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*snuggles*