Trust me
I overheard one coworker say to another, "Don't do 'Thing X.' I got yelled at for it."
That put a bee in my bonnet because I believe the conversation I had with her earlier about Thing X went something like this:
Pamcake, "Coworker, did you do Thing X yesterday?"
Coworker, "Maybe."
Pamcake, "Well please don't. It creates a lot of unnecessary work for reasons Y and Z."
So there you have it.
The most galling part of it is that this woman apparently has no f*cking clue how hard I am trying to tolerate her. She is a craven, whiny, pitiful creature. If you had a laundry list of irritating coworker traits, easily half of them would pertain to her. For example, she showed up half an hour late yesterday and said, "Tee hee, I don't usually work on Tuesdays so I didn't set my alarm!"
Really? You're too brain damaged to check and remember a work schedule? That's what a pen and paper are for, chucklefuck! If I also worked two jobs to support three crotchspawn along with my deadbeat, abusive boyfriend, you bet your ass I would be writing down when I was supposed to be where.
To tell the truth though, I didn't really care if you showed up or not. You are the slowest person I currently have to work with. It takes you over an hour to do twenty minutes of work and the quality is usually shoddy. Your contribution is, to say the least, negligible. In fact, your overall impact is negative because you insist we don't need any help when we do. It's the holiday season you twit.
I have had trainees on their second day work faster than you do and they actually listen to me because, guess what? I know what the hell I'm doing. I've been doing this job for two years. Granted, you've been working at this company longer, but unlike you, I don't think I'm too good to listen to instructions or criticism.
Unfortunately, I seem to be stuck working with you for now. I am trying to make the best of things. I let you try doing something differently today. You responded by redoing my work and questioning everything I did. But when I ask you to do one thing in a more sensible manner, I'm yelling.
...Okay, fuckstick, let's just get one thing straight. You will know when I'm yelling. My mother's side of the family is infamous for their temper. My grandfather died mostly of RAGE (and alcohol). The one (and only!) time I lost my temper at work, people heard me from across an entire department store. If I ever unleash my wrath upon you, you will spend the remainder of your days composing hosannas and psalms to appease the vengeful god you awakened.
Be warned infidel. Only pity and respect for my boss stays my tongue.
That put a bee in my bonnet because I believe the conversation I had with her earlier about Thing X went something like this:
Pamcake, "Coworker, did you do Thing X yesterday?"
Coworker, "Maybe."
Pamcake, "Well please don't. It creates a lot of unnecessary work for reasons Y and Z."
So there you have it.
The most galling part of it is that this woman apparently has no f*cking clue how hard I am trying to tolerate her. She is a craven, whiny, pitiful creature. If you had a laundry list of irritating coworker traits, easily half of them would pertain to her. For example, she showed up half an hour late yesterday and said, "Tee hee, I don't usually work on Tuesdays so I didn't set my alarm!"
Really? You're too brain damaged to check and remember a work schedule? That's what a pen and paper are for, chucklefuck! If I also worked two jobs to support three crotchspawn along with my deadbeat, abusive boyfriend, you bet your ass I would be writing down when I was supposed to be where.
To tell the truth though, I didn't really care if you showed up or not. You are the slowest person I currently have to work with. It takes you over an hour to do twenty minutes of work and the quality is usually shoddy. Your contribution is, to say the least, negligible. In fact, your overall impact is negative because you insist we don't need any help when we do. It's the holiday season you twit.
I have had trainees on their second day work faster than you do and they actually listen to me because, guess what? I know what the hell I'm doing. I've been doing this job for two years. Granted, you've been working at this company longer, but unlike you, I don't think I'm too good to listen to instructions or criticism.
Unfortunately, I seem to be stuck working with you for now. I am trying to make the best of things. I let you try doing something differently today. You responded by redoing my work and questioning everything I did. But when I ask you to do one thing in a more sensible manner, I'm yelling.
...Okay, fuckstick, let's just get one thing straight. You will know when I'm yelling. My mother's side of the family is infamous for their temper. My grandfather died mostly of RAGE (and alcohol). The one (and only!) time I lost my temper at work, people heard me from across an entire department store. If I ever unleash my wrath upon you, you will spend the remainder of your days composing hosannas and psalms to appease the vengeful god you awakened.
Be warned infidel. Only pity and respect for my boss stays my tongue.