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I'm so happy I can barely sit still to type, so I'll just paste what I told Quinn. For anyone who hasn't been privy to my rants of seething hatred about my job, just understand that... it's pretty bad.
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Yesterday, I am told by my sup: "This person's mother died and she's out on bereavement, her unit is short-handed, go cover." And I'm like: "Ok, sure, whatever." I go. I am fairly stupid at the job but Robin, who I am helping, is awesome and very patient with me and does not mind if I play my iPod even though it's rock music.
I go back at lunch to ask if I am there all day, and get my stuff if I am. I am. ...Stupid Bitch Lead manages in the FIVE SECONDS I AM THERE to ruin the day. Hooray. : |
This morning, I get to work, sup comes and says "They need you there for the rest of the week." I go "Ok!" and scurry my way on over, because frankly it was a hell of a lot nicer working over there. Bitch Lead was bitchy before I left, but it did not ruin my day BECAUSE:
About 2ish, the sup of the unit I'm covering in (who is also my sup's wife and my boyfriend's mother's close friend) walks by as I'm distributing mail and thanks me for my help. I go "No problem! I like it over here. And you guys have better air conditioning."
And she laughs and says: "Maybe we'll steal you, then! I'm good at stealing [my sup's] people." And then later my boyfriend passed on to his mum how much I love the job.
People were NICE to me today. For NO REASON AT ALL. That never happens at my job.
I went home HAPPY. W. T. F.
Everyone please keep your fingers crossed that they might request me and I can finally escape hell. In fact-- if you believe that prayers or thoughts or magic or whatever works, feel free to send 'em my way too. I don't believe, myself, but I figure at this point it can't hurt. I'm pretty desperate to get out of my current job.
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Yesterday, I am told by my sup: "This person's mother died and she's out on bereavement, her unit is short-handed, go cover." And I'm like: "Ok, sure, whatever." I go. I am fairly stupid at the job but Robin, who I am helping, is awesome and very patient with me and does not mind if I play my iPod even though it's rock music.
I go back at lunch to ask if I am there all day, and get my stuff if I am. I am. ...Stupid Bitch Lead manages in the FIVE SECONDS I AM THERE to ruin the day. Hooray. : |
This morning, I get to work, sup comes and says "They need you there for the rest of the week." I go "Ok!" and scurry my way on over, because frankly it was a hell of a lot nicer working over there. Bitch Lead was bitchy before I left, but it did not ruin my day BECAUSE:
About 2ish, the sup of the unit I'm covering in (who is also my sup's wife and my boyfriend's mother's close friend) walks by as I'm distributing mail and thanks me for my help. I go "No problem! I like it over here. And you guys have better air conditioning."
And she laughs and says: "Maybe we'll steal you, then! I'm good at stealing [my sup's] people." And then later my boyfriend passed on to his mum how much I love the job.
People were NICE to me today. For NO REASON AT ALL. That never happens at my job.
I went home HAPPY. W. T. F.
Everyone please keep your fingers crossed that they might request me and I can finally escape hell. In fact-- if you believe that prayers or thoughts or magic or whatever works, feel free to send 'em my way too. I don't believe, myself, but I figure at this point it can't hurt. I'm pretty desperate to get out of my current job.
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