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Venting About Work
10 years ago
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There are days when I'm grossly overpaid for what little I do for the federal government job that I won back. But then there are days where I just outright want to blow up and tell the ignorant sacks of fucking shit that I refuse to put up with their flippant shit and punch someone in the fucking face because there is no reason to do or act on anything that they say, but because they're a manager, oh, suddenly that gives them fucking power over their little stupid minions and happily skipping out into the fucking shitstorm we go to make whatever shit that DOESN'T need doing, be done. For no reason other than to just serve as a god damn waste of money, time, and serve an utterly faceless thankless entity of a federal government because NOTHING I do will matter, at all, in a weeks time from it being completed.
Case in point, the utter bane of my existence is Mike Romero, the same shit for brains manager that tried to shitcan my job a year ago. And even though he is no longer the manager of environmental and has moved over to the air traffic division, he might as well still be holding onto the balls of everyone in the environmental section because he can't let it the fuck go.
And this shit head is so annoying that he just literally conjures, thinks, and looks at shit and feels a FUCKING OBLIGATION upon himself to make it be such a issue out of a NON-issue that suddenly it has to be dealt with, changed, or FUCKING PAINTED, if only because he says so. This mother fucking dick has so little reason for doing the shit that he wants done that he has to make pisspoor fucking excuses to try and validate his own stupidity.
There's a vast lot of asphalt north of the facility I work in. Its just a huge storage yard for whatever the fuck this place wants to do or bring in or park out there. And guess what asphalt does after being out in the elements WHERE IT BELONGS for years and years? It cracks. Weeds grow out of it. Shit happens. No one fucking cares about it.
So today, if only because mother fucking Mike Romero says so, and goes "Uh..oh yeah, someone may be walking out here and step in one of the cracks." I find myself on my god damn hands and knees in the relentless wind picking out and pulling dead dying weeds with my bare fucking hands, if only to then wrestle with fifty pound bags of asphalt pothole filler, and then filling these cracks, and then smashing down the resulting lines of this shit with a tamper. My hands and forearms are sore like you wouldn't believe. I'm wind whipped like you wouldn't believe. My fingers and thumbs especially are so muscle weary that at times I literally cannot move them at all.
And all this for stupid ignorant employees that I could give two shits about. There's a crack in the ground? Watch your own fucking step and quit fucking with me about it. I could give two shits about your fucking welfare, wellbeing, or problems you have at work. As far as I'm concerned, there is no problem, the EMPLOYEES are the problem.
Nevermind that my coworkers are workaholic relentless fucks too. You'd think that they'd take a more laid back approach to federal government work. Arrive at six, take time to just wake up or prepare, but no. Literally as soon as I get to work, these fuckers are already going out the door and out to the fucking garage to pack up shit to start on their shitty projects. Literally so eager to be everyone elses fucking bitch and get told what to do and spend ten hours in a mindless stupor unable to think for themselves. And also nevermind that the next two week Fridays where I was so hoping to be by myself and just literally do nothing for a change, oh, yeah, that's ruined now too because one of them had the brilliant fucking idea to ask if they could do an extra work day on Friday for those two weeks.
MOTHER FUCKERS...STOP...FUCKING...WORKING.
Slow the fuck down. Its because of you being such diehard fucks willingly jumping on everything the moment some crybaby at work bitches about it that MORE work keeps coming in because people see this shit getting done and now want to add MORE GOD DAMN SHIT TO THE FUCKING NEVER ENDING LIST OF SHIT PROJECTS THAT SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE DONE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
I have zero motivation to try and clear any of this shit off of this "list" they keep updating if all that does is cause SOMETHING else to get added to it. The purpose of a list is to get rid of it, not forever keep it going.
I'm sorry but after a day like today I found myself screaming to myself in the car on the way home. Heaven forbid you fucking bitch someone out or show any signs of weakness at work, because SOMEONE THE FUCK ELSE will flip out and bring it up to your supervisor to fuck your day up worse. Because no one in the federal government or the center I work at can just turn around, ignore shit, let it go, and just go on about their own fucking business. Everyone has to have some reason to butt in to someone elses shit and make it in some way pertain to them, rather than just GOING...THE...FUCK...AWAY.
And now that's out of my system, until tomorrow when all of this happens all over again.
--Mozdoc
Case in point, the utter bane of my existence is Mike Romero, the same shit for brains manager that tried to shitcan my job a year ago. And even though he is no longer the manager of environmental and has moved over to the air traffic division, he might as well still be holding onto the balls of everyone in the environmental section because he can't let it the fuck go.
And this shit head is so annoying that he just literally conjures, thinks, and looks at shit and feels a FUCKING OBLIGATION upon himself to make it be such a issue out of a NON-issue that suddenly it has to be dealt with, changed, or FUCKING PAINTED, if only because he says so. This mother fucking dick has so little reason for doing the shit that he wants done that he has to make pisspoor fucking excuses to try and validate his own stupidity.
There's a vast lot of asphalt north of the facility I work in. Its just a huge storage yard for whatever the fuck this place wants to do or bring in or park out there. And guess what asphalt does after being out in the elements WHERE IT BELONGS for years and years? It cracks. Weeds grow out of it. Shit happens. No one fucking cares about it.
So today, if only because mother fucking Mike Romero says so, and goes "Uh..oh yeah, someone may be walking out here and step in one of the cracks." I find myself on my god damn hands and knees in the relentless wind picking out and pulling dead dying weeds with my bare fucking hands, if only to then wrestle with fifty pound bags of asphalt pothole filler, and then filling these cracks, and then smashing down the resulting lines of this shit with a tamper. My hands and forearms are sore like you wouldn't believe. I'm wind whipped like you wouldn't believe. My fingers and thumbs especially are so muscle weary that at times I literally cannot move them at all.
And all this for stupid ignorant employees that I could give two shits about. There's a crack in the ground? Watch your own fucking step and quit fucking with me about it. I could give two shits about your fucking welfare, wellbeing, or problems you have at work. As far as I'm concerned, there is no problem, the EMPLOYEES are the problem.
Nevermind that my coworkers are workaholic relentless fucks too. You'd think that they'd take a more laid back approach to federal government work. Arrive at six, take time to just wake up or prepare, but no. Literally as soon as I get to work, these fuckers are already going out the door and out to the fucking garage to pack up shit to start on their shitty projects. Literally so eager to be everyone elses fucking bitch and get told what to do and spend ten hours in a mindless stupor unable to think for themselves. And also nevermind that the next two week Fridays where I was so hoping to be by myself and just literally do nothing for a change, oh, yeah, that's ruined now too because one of them had the brilliant fucking idea to ask if they could do an extra work day on Friday for those two weeks.
MOTHER FUCKERS...STOP...FUCKING...WORKING.
Slow the fuck down. Its because of you being such diehard fucks willingly jumping on everything the moment some crybaby at work bitches about it that MORE work keeps coming in because people see this shit getting done and now want to add MORE GOD DAMN SHIT TO THE FUCKING NEVER ENDING LIST OF SHIT PROJECTS THAT SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE DONE IN THE FIRST PLACE.
I have zero motivation to try and clear any of this shit off of this "list" they keep updating if all that does is cause SOMETHING else to get added to it. The purpose of a list is to get rid of it, not forever keep it going.
I'm sorry but after a day like today I found myself screaming to myself in the car on the way home. Heaven forbid you fucking bitch someone out or show any signs of weakness at work, because SOMEONE THE FUCK ELSE will flip out and bring it up to your supervisor to fuck your day up worse. Because no one in the federal government or the center I work at can just turn around, ignore shit, let it go, and just go on about their own fucking business. Everyone has to have some reason to butt in to someone elses shit and make it in some way pertain to them, rather than just GOING...THE...FUCK...AWAY.
And now that's out of my system, until tomorrow when all of this happens all over again.
--Mozdoc
But in all honestly, youre still getting a paycheck. You could be doing the same job getting paid minimum wage.