Sperg about how shitty your job/employer is - or vent about your crappy day at work

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Just left my awful evil fucked up college research job. My back is fucked from the years of labor but my healing journey can finally begin. For now, the air of unemployment smells clean and sweet.
 
One of the guys on another team quit last Monday with no warning. Literally waited until he got the laptop for his new job, made sure the laptop would turn on, and immediately quit.

I hated that guy but that was pretty damn funny. Lol good for him
 
The keyboard warriors keep wasting money on extraneous garbage for the break room even though the chairs are worse than what schools give to students. We don't need a new coffee machine and germ factory sandwich shit in the fridge we need chairs that don't hurt your back. Why do people need a cafeteria at work anyway? Make coffee at home.
 
One of my coworkers is an absolute blight to the company. He constantly complains about women (90% of the people working here are women) and talks about how emotional we are; meanwhile, he is the most dramatic person there. He wants to be coddled and complains about the most mundane tasks. Oh, and he also REEKS. I know I am very sensitive to smells, but this dude has no respect for personal space, so you are trapped with that stench when he is near. We all have to hold our breath when interacting with him. HR has been completely useless about the situation, too. Every day, I pray that he gets fired or quits.
 
My boss got laid off this week and my only coworker moved to another team months ago and they haven't been able to fill his position and at this point I don't know if they will. I really liked my boss and was learning a lot from her - we're also IT-adjacent so they stopped her at the door like she'd committed a murder in terms of security risk. I am now an island and I feel the energy vampires circling.
 
This applies to everything including work: I'm black-pilled by how much better I'm treated when I'm not nice and friendly. A couple of times this year, I have had some days where I was either too sick or too unhappy to be my usually friendly self, and people took me more seriously and listened to me more. They smiled at me more. Instead of me being the accommodating one, people were accommodating to me. I think I have been raised to be overly-friendly, and what I perceive as me being a bitch is just me being normal. My mom is a very overly-sensitive person, so I think I treat everyone how I treat her. My default is me trying to be pleasant and make people feel at ease. I want them to know I like them and that I'm friendly. However, I think maybe this comes off as overly friendly and maybe that's off-putting. Maybe it reads as fake. Maybe they think they don't have to try to do anything to "win me over". I learned that in Russian, there's a saying that's essentially something like "only fools smile/laugh about nothing". That really stuck with me. Maybe all the smiles and laughs I give out just make me seem foolish and weak instead of nice. And it does take energy to do all of that. My face feels strained when I'm putting on a smile or giving a polite laugh. It gets kind of exhausting, but I thought that in return it would help me make connections. Now I'm rethinking all of that.

It will take time and effort to unlearn. I feel a pang of guilt whenever I don't give someone a smile or laugh in conversation, and I worry they will be hurt or not like me. I assume my neutral resting face is perceived as angry, but it probably just looks totally normal. I distinctly remember being told as a child to smile for pictures, even when I was smiling. This made me self-conscious and feel like I have to give a big smile with my teeth or else I'll look upset in the photo. I never feel comfortable smiling like that in pictures. I think I'm going to go back to taking them how I used to as a kid, the way that feels natural. My New Year's resolutions will be to smile less, to not laugh at jokes unless they illicit an actual, genuine laugh, and to embrace my RBF. Another thing I am thinking of changing is to stop trying to carry conversations. I usually find that I'm the one keeping the conversation going. I'm the one brining up topics and I'm the only one asking the other person about themselves. Maybe I turn every conversation into an interview and don't give them a chance to ask me anything. Maybe I don't talk about myself unprompted enough. Maybe I don't put enough pressure on people. I hate the awkward silence when a conversation stops, but why should that all be on me? Maybe I should just leave them in the awkwardness if they aren't going to reciprocate.

I will try to embrace being more intimidating and I will try to not worry as much about making other people feel confident or at ease.
 
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I've been trying to do the same this year, I decided I was in my Bitch Era and it's actually worked out well for me because apparently my definition of "Bitchy" has been "Not trying too hard to people please". Deciding that I don't care if people don't like me has made me a lot more relaxed and confident, and in a weird way had made it easier to be friendly. It's kind of funny, lol.
But I'm also wondering why I have it in my head that I need to be a people-pleaser in the first place. I've known a few narcissists and prickly people in general that made me feel like I have to be super careful and nice all the time, but I've realized that it might be easier to step on some eggshells on purpose.

THREAD TAX! I had to run the fan for like 10 minutes to air out my shop because a weird Foreign Man with a super thick accent coupled with a jawbreaker(?) in his mouth absolutely REEKED of cigarettes. He had a pack in his hand the whole time, he was using the register touchscreen with the hand holding the cigarette pack.
This is one of the few truly bitchy things I do, if you stink I will turn on the fan in front of you.
 
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Previous coworker caused a lot of problem at my workplace. Dyed hair, large boxy glasses, covered in tattoos, wore revealing clothes in professional setting, and does not stop talking. Constantly tries to distract me from work. Blames me for issues. I am the scapegoat for everything for her. She does a fuck up or is behind? Blame Wuhan Wet Market for her troubles. Does not stop talking about "trans kids" (showing me pics of her mutilated children) or weird gender special nonsense. Immediately asked me "pronouns" , does not stop attempts to "educate me". I am grateful she left. I could not enjoy my lunch in peace without the yapping. I was so close to quitting before she left. Unfortunately, she seemed to have rubbed off on one of my superiors. Not sure why I can't just do my work in peace without them coming to me to show me ragebait slop or bitch at me about the current thing (tm). oh and tried to "educate" me on social topics... including racism and privilege... which is ironic since she is a white woman
 
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I have a cold(told not to worry about calling out unless I have a fever) , I am on my period, I have to go sit in the cold metal box and do the repetitive motions that will make my sore muscles worse. I need to go out into the rain and drag the hose out of the shed to fill the water tank (unless nice coworker did it last night but I dont blame the guy if he didn't,), I HATE THE ANTICHRIST

Ok I'm good now
 
Getting a new coworker to start the year. She did open her Zoom interview with a land acknowledgement (lame) and her pronouns (gay), so idk what I'm getting other than an overly credentialed white woman in her late 20s. Thankfully I won't have to do much with her other than share my dungeon office a few days per week. I like my cozy dungeon office because I'm an office cuck and refuse to WFH. There's also a liquor store next to my office, unlike my guest bedroom/home office.
 
Hired an indian immigrant at work and holy shit. I'm already going to an HR meeting tomorrow because she lost her shit abd stormed out and claimed to the manager I bully her/insult her/am bigoted because I told her to do her job and not just stand around texting.
 
Guuuessss who probably gets to spend 11-12 hours in a food truck in like 30ish degree weather today! :D

I'm going to climb into the fucking fryer.
 
I quit my dumb corporate job before Christmas, after a couple of years of the GM making endless poorly thought out decisions, micromanaging and limiting development prospects because he's got all his eggs in the AI basket.
 
Some of you may know this, but most of you won’t.

Your connection to the Internet is made up of many different fiber and to a lesser extent copper cables. To get this service to you oftentimes requires ISP’s to contract cables from other providers.

Here is where things start to piss me off because I deal with these providers, the whole Internet from my perspective is just fiber providers selling fibers to fiber providers to– you guessed it, sell to other fiber providers. Some of these providers are utterly incompetent and cannot maintain their own fucking cables because they employee nothing but shit eating pajeets.

When fibers get cut mostly due to incompetent boring contractors or some dipshit ramming their Jeep with oversized wheels into a pole, I have to clean up the mess. When it’s a cable my company put in the ground- great I get to call my cable department staffed by white people with real knowledge, but when it’s a cable we contract it quickly devolves into “saaaar we do not know which’s fibers to splice saaar” this sort of shit is why I end up doing half their job for them because most of the time these worthless companies aren’t capable of shooting light down their own fucking cable and determining where they need to send their splicing crew. Say they need to get into our headend (where these fibers terminate) I then have to wake up on-calls to go either let these fuckers in because the ones we give the keys to must just shove them up their ass- I don’t know, why the fuck they can’t just figure out a key ring? I also have to take time away from network engineers to go and help these companies determine where the fibers terminate on their own fucking panel. All the while dealing with enterprise companies crawling up my ass and baby sitting a tech support department getting reemed by people upset they can’t watch porn- a ton of bandwidth is wasted on coomed out gooners.

This never ending cycle of retardation and bullshit gets even worse when you first realize that the incompetent Indians you HAVE to keep pressing on to fix their shit- speak with the thickest poo’d out accent which they make zero attempt to filter into something understandable I must maintain my izzat saaaar so you find yourself asking Harshit Chodesucker to repeat himself over and over on the phone because of it. “Why don’t you email them?” you might ask well we do and this allows them to waste 2-3 hours watching YouTube videos on how best to get H-1B visa’s to try and steal YOUR job.

So this is how I spent my entire week- dealing with this crap. Thank you for reading my way to long post, this was cathartic. Fuck Indians.
 
Having a bad autism moment. Got the work schedule for this week and it's changed from what it has been for months. I don't know if this is permanent, and ultimately it's not a big deal and I'll adjust, I just don't like it. It's probably NOT permanent and just a readjustment period because I just got off vacation, but still.
 
I quit working in dental care to go back to teaching, and while I feel more comfortable in this industry, there are a lot of things I miss about the ol’ clinic. Here’s one thing I DON’T miss:

The more retarded someone is about their own health, the more they think they know better than you. We had an older lady come in with only sixteen teeth left in her mouth that were fucking GONE. I’m talking flapping in the wind, no exaggeration. We had a small fan in the lobby and her teeth were flapping from that. They were so loose in her mouth, they were like piano keys. I told the dentist I refused to do any kind of X-ray on her because if she bit on the tab, her teeth would come out (fyi if you take a patient’s tooth out before they sign the consent form, they can sue you for medical battery, and this bitch seemed retarded enough to do that). But genuinely, I’m surprised she wasn’t spitting teeth out while she was talking.
The more experienced dental assistant DID get any X-ray on her, where we noticed something odd in her cheek. I fished in there and yup. She had a tooth completely fall out while she was talking and it was sitting in her cheek without her even noticing it (she hadn’t been numbed at this point). So the dentist tells her yes, it’s a full mouth extraction (he put it in nicer terms than that), every one has to come out. How does this genius respond?

“Can’t you just do a filling on them?”

I don’t know, madam. Can you hammer a nail that’s just sitting there on its side? We wasted the next THIRTY MINUTES explaining to her that no, we can’t do a filling because we can’t drill, no we can’t do a crown because we can’t drill, no we can’t do a root canal because we CAN’T DRILL.

“Well, then I’m going to get a second opinion.”

The dentist finally explained to her in no uncertain terms.

“There are two other clinics just across the street. They will do whatever you ask for. But by the time you walk to them, half of your teeth will have fallen out. “

Eventually she let us take them out and she was feeling much better afterwards, especially when she healed up and got her dentures. And I understand the denial is a hell of a drug. But goddamn, so much of our job was explaining 2 + 2 to grown adults that I couldn’t take it anymore. I feel much better explaining 2 + 2 to children, so they won’t be such tards when they grow up and go to get their own checkup.
 
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