Also, when they refuse to turn down the country music station and I have to listen to that Red Solo Cup song SIX FUCKING TIMES A FUCKING DAY!!

let's run away and elope.







You can keep Rick in your luggage if you want.

can we just live on a hippie commune ranch somewhere please?

I used to work with a gossipy bunch of old ladies that would openly say terrible things about everyone in the office, both co-workers and customers, but because they gossiped in Portuguese, they thought no one would know.

I can understand Portuguese fairly well, and when they found out I understood what they were saying, they would actually talk about me MORE. they were so mean-spirited, I was happy to leave there.

Interesting side story: The gossipy old ladies were saying nasty things about this perfectly nice Chinese woman that would come into the branch every week, and one day she turned to them and told them in perfect Portuguese to go fuck themselves. I nearly wept with happiness.

wait... i thought you rated burgers for a living?

too many women in one place is dangerous shit

that's the dream, Matt

priceless squinty :)

How about when bossy chicks who are your equal or less (professionally not personally) try to tell you what to do or how to do the job that you have been doing for twice as long as them? That one's fun.

^ugggh i hate that so much. when i worked at a restaurant this new girl i knew (and hated) from middle school would try to tell me how to do my job. it was all i could do not to snap get all,"bitch, plz. i've been here for 4 years. stfu."

Its better than having a crappy blog job. Or maybe not.

What I hate most about work is not what actually happens at work. It is what happens when we go out after work; we talk....about work. I'm going to assume that this happens to most people with desk jobs.

nonbloggerholly on Jan 20 '12 at 10:24am
How about when bossy chicks who are your equal or less (professionally not personally) try to tell you what to do or how to do the job that you have been doing for twice as long as them? That one's fun.

GAH. YES. This woman at work asked me if I knew how to mix icing colors. Even if I didn't have eight years experience, YOU PUT DYE IN ICING AND MIX IT. It's not hard.

bitches be crazy, why would you think it's ok to pop your gum over and over all day?

i do not need to know about every piece of food that you have eaten and will eat today, thanks anyway though.

I don't need to know about every single car you've ever wanted since 1973. And then make me search Google images for each one just so I know exactly what I don't care about.

"seriously, they write a 60 page script. the show's still 42 minutes, right? what the fuck is their deal writing pages that they know will be cut out of the show...whats the fucking point?"

"it's the writer's, that's how they stroke themselves. more words means you're smarter, didn't you know that?"

"oh yeah, i knew that I just didn't know that their superfluous utterings of adjectives and nouns were going to haunt my existence."

"get used to it, we have six more episodes."

that fact that i tolerate the music you listen to is enough, please do not not sing along as well, it's killing my brain.

not, not not. i by no means want that negativity canceled out.

I used to work with a girl who would sing the same Christmas song over and over. In July.

were these people never taught as children what an "indoor voice" is?

when you complain all the time about the radio that you do not want to listen to yet everyone ignores you. then your "manager" sends you a condescending e-mail telling you how you should handle it.

you are in charge, you know i'm unhappy, you do something, they don't have to listen to me.

i swear im so close to bitch slapping today.

These harpies I used to work with were seriously like Mean Girls. When I started at the organization, I was physically separated by a partition from the rest of them (not as a shunning thing, it was just how the office was set up) and the guy in my area was always out in the field, so I kept to myself. Actually I probably would have kept to myself because they actually had a 90 minute conversation about the names of their dildos and why.

Then like two weeks later they took me into the conference room and said that they were concerned that I wasn't integrating with the rest of the employees. I politely explained that I would have to physically get up, walk around my desk and pull up a chair in order to chit chat with them (they were fine with my work performance and related teamsmanship there, they literally placed emphasis on the importance of gossiping, I guess). I smiled and said I would work on it. I actually had to learn how to do some bullshit token gossiping there because it eventually dawned on me that if you don't gossip, people like that think that you must gossip to someone and therefore must be gossiping about them to someone else. Unbelievable.

They also hemmed and hawed about how fat each donut they proceeded to stuff in their maw was probably going to make them. They got exercise balls to sit on at their desks, like that would counter the hundreds of calories of crap they consumed. They pointed out when I gained weight and when I lost it again accused me of smoking crack to lose the weight. They crowded around morning radio shows playing "War of the Roses" for the first hour of the day and spent the next 90 minutes clucking about what dogs men are and what bitches girls are.

I'm glad I no longer work there.

i came to complain but stayed for the hippie commune!
hippie commune ftw!

but yea, when i'm at work...the people that complain about being broke all the freaking time annoy me most because they get off work, jump in their suv, light up a cigarette, and head to play bingo...so stupid! they're completely wasteful and too dumb to realize it! while i'm busy being a tight ass baller with no worries!

My assistant, where i used to work, made a big song and dance about not being facebook friends with anyone she worked with. This was completely fine with me because i had no intention of being her friend. But everyday she would tell me in detail what her lame facebook status update was and what her friends had commented on it. everyday.

Man, I have no complaints about any of my coworkers.

My only complaint is that there aren't enough ladies in the office. Amiriteguys??

Also, I'm pretty sure I'M the weak link in the company.

i love my new job :)

Please shut up about Twilight!

Every minute feels like an hour.

Do you work with 13 year old girls?

sadly, no they are all the same age as me or older

It's pretty awesome that when someone upsets my boss, he completely flips his shits, screams, yells, bangs around and slams doors all day.

makes for a super pleasant work environment.

Do you work with 13 year olds?

they may as well be

wtf is wrong with your boss

I don't have coworkers. It's great.

I work fast food. Like, not McDonald’s but stuff in the food court at the mall. I worked at a place called Great Wraps for a while but the sexual harassment and “You’re the woman; go do the dishes” comments got to me. (I was the only girl there, surrounded by perverted pigs of men.) The boss liked to get involved in my family stuff and insult me as well. Now I work at the competitor and get paid more to do less. I give out samples or run the register. No cooking, no dishes, no bullshit.

why can people not make a point to someone without such attitude?

even when it doesn't involve me, it makes me so made to hear one person bullying another over something that is no one's fault and she not be a big deal.

i really need to work from home.

I had a customer ask me for a birthday card, specifically a Happy leap year birthday card.