fuck this job.com

My mind is tired I am a Fire alarm tech I have been in the Electrical field sience 1986. I am very good at what I do. Every job I get starts out great the owners tell me hey we are glad you are here we have been looking for some one with your kind of skills for a long time. BLA BLA BLA BLA--They always talk all kinds of shit how they are going to give me a companey truck a raise but they always come up with some kind of reason not to give it to me.

Yep... I've got a few more days then I'm gone. I'm gonna tell these fuckers where to go, how long to go there for, and how to get there... preferably in single syllable words, as they are too fucking stupid to understand anything else.

My co-worker who I'm partnered with goes "But Rak... you don't want to burn any bridges! You should be more subtle than that."

O-RLY?

2 years ago I traded in my job for full-time motherhood. I admit, it's not glamorous and it gets very little respect, except mainly to the old-timers that had many more kids than I could ever want. They say I'm a rare breed, and here's why I think that is:

- nobody respects the so-called "work" you do because you don't make any money.
-the term stay-at-home implies you just sit on your fat, stretch-marked ass and eat bon-bons while your brats watch TV.

Isn't it funny how easy it is to pigeonhole and categorize people into four major personality types?

Colours
Animals
Pie charts
Shapes
Intuitives, Drivers, Feelers (Jesus wept!)
Etc.

Can anyone be that truly naive? Based on any of the general, fluffy, or questionable testing models of the last couple of decades, I would say they are about as accurate as a pile of dung. Not the hard core psychological ones. Which are even worse, if you ask me.

Well, it is just plain rude.

To belch loudly, even with your mouth closed. It's disgusting. To have to hear that rumbling bodily function at least three to four times per day, I mean what the hell are you eating to cause that? It sounds like a frigging freight train coming up.

"Excuse me" doesn't cut it.

Come on, you can't tell me that the average adult can't at least stifle that a bit? I can, and I am a world class belcher when I cut loose. Which I do not do at work. At home, maybe, quite entertaining. But not at work where other people have to listen to it.

I've been credit crunched out of a banking analyst job, after a 2 year contract.

A good thing about a downturn is that being on the bench is socially acceptable, to the extent that unemployed IT contractors have much of a peer group, anyway. The bad part is that when the summer ends, and you have to think about going to work, then the competition is stiff and rates are down.

Anyways, I have a couple of things to share with you:
1) Being unemployed is fine until you start getting money problems, then even a shit job is better, really it is. If job is shit, look for different job.

Is this place fuckin' DEAD or what? Like no real comments, barely any new subjects... and only like 5 or 6 of the original cast and crew around... Did the Fuck This Job crew finally commit themselves or something? Hello? Anyone out there?

Ahhh sleep.......

That great escape, that small slice of death that we all require for a minimum amount of time in each cycle to remain sane.

Why is it that when the opportunity for sleep is ideal and you know you should do it, your body and particularly, your brain, reject the very notion of it.

But, when you most need it, and when you cannot do it, your body and mind are crying out "Go to sleep, NOW".

OK... so I was down n out for a while... Two days ago they came to me and tell me "Hey Rak the boss sez you gotta go re-qual on the M-4." OK... standard shit, but still, annoying as I'm trying to get caught up on a lot of other shit, and dealing with my family at home, the usual shit...yadda yadda... Either way it means I have to spend like 4 hours in 130 degree heat punching holes in a target to prove that I can still do it. What The Fuck Evva as I like to say. This time tho, seeings that I'm not really feeling the love, I went out with a plan to fuck with the bosses.

Does anyone else have an emotional wreck at their office that is public nut and emails 1/2 the staff with whatever- just nuts?

"Tonya" knows the business really well- but damn....she is mentally unstable as hell...cries on dime- married to the ******* job- no other life-

God, what is the matter with people?

Yes, the dreaded Paradigm Shift.

Am I experiencing one? How can I know for sure? I want to document it! Damn, if I had a video cam, I could set up a tripod to record the VERY moment that I experienced one and know for sure. Much like the sighting of an alien spacecraft. It must be documented. Fleeting, hard to document. Rare. And totally unbelievable to the casual observer.

I may be experiencing one, but, I'm not sure.

From: I Hate My Job

http://www.nancys-kids.com/hatemyjob.htm

There is no one thing in this world that is the cause of my prosperity. It’s not the stock market, real estate, or business. It’s not my marketing plan, my career or my job.
The only cause of my prosperity is my awareness and my vibrational level.

When you accept your NOW - (as painful as it may be) and stop resisting it --- you loosen up trapped energy. You stop dwelling on your "enlightened" colleagues and boss.

This new energy supports you on your journey forward.

Back after a long absence... Been a while. Last time I was here I was recovering from surgery from wounds in the Middle East... my company (up til then) had been the usual... you know, selfish, self centered, greedy and uncaring... when I got wounded tho, they -seemed- to give a shit and got me home to be treated by pros. THAT was cool. the UNCOOL part which reinforces my reason for being on a blog like this is that while on "short term disability" they should have called it a "short time assfucking."

I don't know why I come to work anymore!

I told my boss that I'm looking for a new job starting tomorrow via a text message on Friday... she wanted to know why; like she really needed to ask. Her neice is a cunt, the older-than-dirt housekeeper/asskisser is determined I can do nothing right (and makes a point of coming in after I've left to bitch about me to everyone), the maintenance man gets mad because I don't do his fucking job for him... I swear, I should walk out the fucking door NOW.

What a great, positive weekend I had. Now I'm sitting here on Sunday night, dreading going in tomorrow. The piece of shit terminal manager is back and I just know he will be on my case for every fucking little thing that happens. He is such a piece of shit. I'm actually in with a respectable agency (yeah they actually do exist around here) and I am going to call them and tell them I'm back on the market. At this point I'll take anything over 6 months. I'm so sick of this fuckin job and this rotten to the core company.