I know I bitch about my job quite often; sometimes I wonder if it's due to having a really horrible job or if I just hate working for someone else. Then I look around my job, look around at the people and realize that no, it's definitely the job.
Yesterday was a bit of a breaking point for me and it started before I even went into the building. When the owner of my company moved into this place, he apparently didn't have the ability to figure out the ratio of potential employees to parking spaces; in other words, there was nowhere to park. This is a fairly common occurance here, especially since I come in later than most - but yesterday was a little different. I could have parked in the lot just fine, but the owner's "assistant/girlfriend that he left his wife and kids for" parked her gigantic SUV in just the right way to force the person next to her to park in a way that, betweenI know I bitch about my job quite often; sometimes I wonder if it's due to having a really horrible job or if I just hate working for someone else. Then I look around my job, look around at the people and realize that no, it's definitely the job.
Yesterday was a bit of a breaking point for me and it started before I even went into the building. When the owner of my company moved into this place, he apparently didn't have the ability to figure out the ratio of potential employees to parking spaces; in other words, there was nowhere to park. This is a fairly common occurance here, especially since I come in later than most - but yesterday was a little different. I could have parked in the lot just fine, but the owner's assistant/girlfriend-that-he-left-his-wife-and-kids-for parked her gigantic SUV in just the right way to force the person next to her to park in a way that, between the two of them, would take up three spaces. Then the owner decided to just say "fuck it" and take up two spaces himself with his huge, ugly as hell Mercedes SUV (as an aside, don't those and the H2/H3/H-whatever seem as though the driver is saying "hey, fuck you and fuck wind resistance, I can afford getting 3 miles-per-gallon, I'm RICH!). Never mind the fact that about four spaces are taken up with broken down work vehicles that the owner is too cheap to either repair or tow away. While waiting for a workvan to get through the driveway so I could back out and try and find a spot somewhere else, I came close enough to just driving home out of disgust that I had my phone out calling my coworker to let him know I was taking a sick day. Luckily (for him or me?) he didn't pick up which made me feel guilty about the idea because I figured he was busy and I didn't want to screw him over. So I parked across the street in the driveway of another business or something.
I get into work - late, of course - and start getting my computer up and running. Normally it just takes a reboot and everything is working, but not this week. This week my computer doesn't want to see the network...and since I keep forgetting this, after I wait for the longer-than-usual reboot cycle I have to then shutdown the system, wait a few seconds, then power it up and pray. Yeah I know, big deal, it's just another inconvenience...but here, it's almost expected. But this is what you get when all your network infrastructure was bought used on eBay. Of course, this wouldn't matter if we had a competant I.T. guy in the office; even a part-timer would be helpful. But no, we have this guy who shows up maybe once every couple of months to patch up everything that went tits-up in the meantime. Hey, at least our firewall is working great so we can't waste time surfing the web...oh wait, by now everybody has found a login to bypass it.
The great/horrible thing is that there are lots of great examples of what a shitty place this is. There's the sink downstairs in the warehouse/breakroom that has big signs all over it stating "OUT OF ORDER - DO NOT USE"...for the past month. There's the other sink in the men's room that has had the hot water shut off for the past two years because it causes the faucet to drip - and don't you dare turn it back on. There's the addition that was built to the upstairs floor that hangs over the warehouse that has had dripping air conditioning ductwork since it was built several months ago.
Employee relations are just peachy as well. When you start here, you'll generally make insultingly low wages. When it comes time for your evaluation (and a raise), they'll delay it as long as humanly possible and then give you the bare minimum possible. In fact, the best way to get promoted and/or decent money is by doing a reasonably competant job and then turning in your two-weeks notice (it worked for me!). But why would you want to leave when you could stay and have the owner watching your every move with his network of video surveillance making sure you don't even THINK about slacking off. And if you're a young attractive female hired as the owner's assistant, you can either fuck him or get constantly barraged with off-color comments until the CURRENT assistant gets jealous and convinces the owner to fire you!
Argh...I'm doing nothing but venting now and really, this is just a waste of space. My big breakthrough is to realize that I just simply don't care anymore. I did when I started, then I lost it after almost a year and a half. Then I got it back when they made me manager and gave me that fat raise...and now it's gone again. I guess it shows that money can only blind someone from an incredibly shitty job for only so long.
Anybody want to hire a wannabe writer with gobs of tech support & customer service experience?
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