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Evidently, Everything's Now My Fault
Warning: Work Related Ranting Ahead
The boss came in this morning in an uber pissy mood, and within five minutes he had found two things to complain to me about.
First he didn't like how I had the fan running. It's seventy five degrees outside, I was warm--yes, that's a perfectly good excuse to berate me. He mumbled something about having to turn the furnace down. Uh, hello, genius, the furnace isn't on, it's SEVENTY FIVE FUCKING DEGREES OUTSIDE!
Then he got upset because I put the wrong phone number and address on the outside of a folder. Now, ideally, when an agent hands me a folder, all of the information should already be filled out. The boss has never grasped this idea, I guess because he is the boss and such menial tasks are beneath him. In the past when he's given me a blank folder and I've asked about the contact information he's told me to look in the phone book. So that's what I did this time around and it was WRONG. His client wasn't listed in the phone book, so I copied down the wrong info and made him search through all his notes trying to find the correct phone number--which if he had just given it to me in the first place, none of this would have happened! Grrrrrrrr.
Okay, so I slow burn for a few minutes and then shake it off. It's just the boss. That's just how he is. Then, about an hour ago he comes in all upset because an ad he told me I was to fax to a newspaper in the next town over never got sent. Yeah, just one little problem. HE NEVER TOLD ME TO SEND IT!
Me: You told me to fax it to the agent
Boss: And then I told you to fax it to the paper
Me: No, you didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: No, you didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: No, you really didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: *beans him upside the head with a three hole punch*
Well, okay, I didn't. But I really, really wanted to.
At least I know where all this is coming from. We don't get annual raises here, hell, we're lucky if we get bi-annual raises.
Guess what I asked for last week?
And it's not like it's a one time deal. Oh, no. Every Single Fucking Time I've asked for more money--btw it's not like I'm rolling in it, my pay's only increased $1.50 in four years--he pulls this kind of shit. Suddenly I can't do anything right, and we'll all be lucky if the office can keep afloat under my utter incompetence.
Now, it's time for the next step in the little drama. I'm going to take a good, hard look around and judge the pros and cons of staying here. If I want anything better I'm looking at a fairly long commute, and gas prices would probably eat up anything extra I made. So, I just don't know...
Okay, I feel a little better now. Tired, but better.
The boss came in this morning in an uber pissy mood, and within five minutes he had found two things to complain to me about.
First he didn't like how I had the fan running. It's seventy five degrees outside, I was warm--yes, that's a perfectly good excuse to berate me. He mumbled something about having to turn the furnace down. Uh, hello, genius, the furnace isn't on, it's SEVENTY FIVE FUCKING DEGREES OUTSIDE!
Then he got upset because I put the wrong phone number and address on the outside of a folder. Now, ideally, when an agent hands me a folder, all of the information should already be filled out. The boss has never grasped this idea, I guess because he is the boss and such menial tasks are beneath him. In the past when he's given me a blank folder and I've asked about the contact information he's told me to look in the phone book. So that's what I did this time around and it was WRONG. His client wasn't listed in the phone book, so I copied down the wrong info and made him search through all his notes trying to find the correct phone number--which if he had just given it to me in the first place, none of this would have happened! Grrrrrrrr.
Okay, so I slow burn for a few minutes and then shake it off. It's just the boss. That's just how he is. Then, about an hour ago he comes in all upset because an ad he told me I was to fax to a newspaper in the next town over never got sent. Yeah, just one little problem. HE NEVER TOLD ME TO SEND IT!
Me: You told me to fax it to the agent
Boss: And then I told you to fax it to the paper
Me: No, you didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: No, you didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: No, you really didn't
Boss: Yes, I did
Me: *beans him upside the head with a three hole punch*
Well, okay, I didn't. But I really, really wanted to.
At least I know where all this is coming from. We don't get annual raises here, hell, we're lucky if we get bi-annual raises.
Guess what I asked for last week?
And it's not like it's a one time deal. Oh, no. Every Single Fucking Time I've asked for more money--btw it's not like I'm rolling in it, my pay's only increased $1.50 in four years--he pulls this kind of shit. Suddenly I can't do anything right, and we'll all be lucky if the office can keep afloat under my utter incompetence.
Now, it's time for the next step in the little drama. I'm going to take a good, hard look around and judge the pros and cons of staying here. If I want anything better I'm looking at a fairly long commute, and gas prices would probably eat up anything extra I made. So, I just don't know...
Okay, I feel a little better now. Tired, but better.