Holy crap, 53 hours a week stinks to high heaven!
It's like working a whole additional week per month! Wow!
Fortunately, my training class left me so ill-equipped to do my job, and my cubicle is arranged in such a manner that no one can see what I'm working on, that I don't really care how long I have to be there. I'm just supa-dupa tired all the time now.
Speaking of being ill-equipped to do my job:
My supervisor sent out an email to the entire department today, showcasing just how poorly I'm doing by comparison to everyone else. Never mind that (A) I'm technically still in training, and (B) all of us do very different jobs, so a direct comparison is irrelevant anyways. Nope, she wanted us all to know that I'm only performing at 29% efficiency for my position. There were little charts and spreadsheets and EVERYTHING! Woo!
Yep. Julia said it best. My boss is a big fat "see-you-next-Tuesday".
For those of you who get that, I'm sorry, and for those who don't...well, I'm sorry again, 'cause it's rather vulgar and I leave it up to you and your virgin ears to research (I had to ask, too).
Cowabunga!
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Maybe it's a catty girl-fighting euphemism? Maybe I've just watched too much Sex and the City? Who knows...
ReplyDeleteRegardless, your boss is one. And dumb. And a poopy-head.
I don't really have anything against my boss...I just think that she, and others like her, should be disintegrated into a fine powder (preferably slowly, with some sort of cool, space-age looking ray gun) and dumped into a potted plant outside Wal-Mart.
ReplyDeleteThat's all I want, really.
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