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Sperg about how shitty your job/employer is - or vent about your crappy day at work
Just got a new job, and WOW the onboarding experience was so bad it makes me want to kill everyone who ever worked in HR. Literally the last two weeks could've been done in one afternoon in-person. It was so unbelievably disorganized, inefficient, took several programs and websites when it all could have been done so much easier. My upcoming job isn't even that important, it's something so minor and low-tech that a retarded amish child could be trained to do it. What the fuck.
I thought I moved up in the world and got a nice new job sitting behind a desk (and with more organised expectations finally).
Christ, was I wrong. I'm supposed to be maintaining the technical/data side of our product, but I keep getting thrown into random shit like customer service, receiving inwards goods, maintaining stock in a completely different company branch, helping the warehouse team get orders out, etc. Multiple managers are giving me different tasks and different priorities on them (none of which was told to me before accepting the job).
It's upsetting but I'm really stuck for the time being.
Start looking for a new job immediately, you probably know this but it won't get better.
I was once massively lied to about what a job would entail. I finally got asked to leave a paper trail directly pointing to me to help them defraud their investors. I called in sick the next day and never went back. Hopefully your employer won't ask you to take the fall for prison-worthy crimes but if this is how it started, they'll likely throw further shite at you.
I can't believe this but I've joined a union. It became clear that when HR literally watched me being bollocked for documented illness and not saying a thing that I need an advocate. I'm so fucking done with them but have been stuck not learning new skills for years now, unable to leave because I needed the maternity benefits from long service, and still can't leave while I continue my journey to try to become a parent. But its really affecting my mental health. I wish I could just not give a shit, trying to stop it impacting my mental health but the fact staying has destroyed my prospects of getting a better position just makes it more depressing.
we are going through restructure atm, all the highly paid lazy legal types are getting the boot which means the plebs at the bottom (i get paid well still) are taking up all the slack. Our new manager is a fucking dingbat from HR who has no experience in our very specific niche industry that requires specific knowledge. The "customers" we deal with are low iq shit, with extreme mental health issues that make most troons look sane.
And there is expectation we just deal with it on top of everything else. I've not even been here a year and i'll already looking for a way out to something less "customer" focused. Only bright spark is that my manager and her fill in replacement are both the most chill fucking people i've ever met and have our back 100% all the time.
The money is so much better then what i was wasting away in for 10 years in another job, but the toll on my mind is not worth the drama and shit that crazies can call up and threaten us. Literally we lock down our building every other week when some fucking loon doesn't get their way.
I went from graphic design for a small business to retail/food service to corporate IT, got sick of it and went back to retail/food service
Let me tell you it all just fucking sucks. The man and I are looking to start a family business now because everywhere you go there's retards
I asked one of my hiring managers once, why hire retards? He told me it was impossible not to
You dont necessarily have to work to survive- you have to work to be comfortable. I wish everyone was willing to be uncomfortable just for a bit to get all these bullshit workplaces to stop being pants on head retarded. The only other way is to start your own business and try your best and become better, so that's where we are at
lolololololol I'm pretty sure they are trying to manage me out now. In addition to the code review I was aware of, so it could start normally for a 1000s line long muli-file code base, by taking the reviewer through the key components and logic, they got another two people to do one without telling me. One of whom doesn't even do the language its in.
Essentially they can't sack me for attendance or behavioural reasons without opening themselves to a lawsuit re autism, so performance is their only option. They have now been told independently by 3 people that my performance is top notch but what is not is being asked to make last minute changes to internal logic of a mature code base. I.e. I passed with flying colours, the people requesting it failed and got told what they are requesting from me is completely unreasonable. .Oh and that we should have the automated testing suite I spent months asking to write (despite them being horrible to write) and being told it wasn't needed.
everyone i work with is fucking retarded im working a 15 hour shift because my dumbfuck coworker called out because she "cant get to work" the bitch lives in our parking lot!! with three other people!! they got three paychecks and choose to spend their money on concert tickets and hazbin hotel merch, one is a pooner and is getting fucking top surgery instead of a god damn house. theyve been offered apartments and our company will pay for employees to get housed yet theyd rather stay in our parking lot then have the nerve to say they cant get to work?? you live at work! im mad at real life
I haven't been at my new job a full year and i'm already going through a restructure that has taken 6 months to tell us finally that some of us will have continued roles ('m part of that cohort) and the rest will have to apply at their relevant level. However they have all these new streams in place but not planned out what this looks like, mind you this needs to be implemented before June 2026....
If it works ideally my job will get infinitely easier but also be just as retarded before.
I'm back (again), the fact I keep posting here is probably a sign I should quit, working in a niche field has its downsides.
A while ago, I mentioned that upper management mishandled a giant construction project to the tune of $$$, for some reason there is no way to get that money back from the incompetent construction contractor, instead the cost overruns were covered by pulling money from other areas. One of the 'bright' ideas was to just not fill vacancies as they happen in the hopes enough people would quit.
This did not happen, even after the 'standard' mass quit times (December ) and now upper management has found a new source of funds: Our motherfucking raises.
This isn't tinfoil, the raise formula gives managers near-zero discretion and only looks at last year's performance review. It hit everybody + or - equally too.
While we're on the subject there is a finite # of promotions to go around. Somehow the retard got promoted and I didn't.
I had such a hard day at work both days this weekend. I do samples of food at a grocery store right now, and the weekend is notoriously busy in retail/grocery environments because that's when normies have time off to go shopping. So naturally a super busy weekend is a GREAT TIME for me to have my first ever cooking demo!!!
Saturday was frozen burritos, and it was horrible. Our carts are stocked with the stuff we need the evening before, so mine should've been stocked on Friday. Except it was stocked poorly and barely had shit, and half of the shit I needed I didn't even KNOW I needed because I'd never done a cooking demo and nobody thought to check that until I was already out on the floor and struggling in front of God and everybody. Cutting the burritos with ANY tool was fucking impossible, cooking them properly in damp paper towels made it impossible to peel the paper towel off the tortillas, and I couldn't keep a damn sample out to save my life. EVERYTHING was covered in cheese and beans, which took so long to clean after my shift I clocked out 8 minutes late. >
Sunday I had yogurt, which was also new for me but at least I wasn't cooking. It was time controlled (cold product) and had multiple flavors, and I was overstocked this time by whoever had stocked my cart. I had way too many cups and spoons, and my shitass manager Tasha (not her real name) made sure I knew that when she walked by to give me more ice packs, took one look at my cart, and said "wow you're unorganized" in a snarky attitude and walked off. What the fuck?? My cart looked like this, for reference:
Now granted, the cups didn't stand up like that because the packs were long, so they were laid down on top of one another, but it was as organized as they could be! I'd never done this before, it was a SUNDAY (busiest day in retail!!), how was I supposed to know if I had too much stuff? And beyond that; what the hell kind of criticism is just saying your shit sucks then walking away? How do I fix it, then?? I straightened the piles when I had time, because LOL OH YEAH when she walked by me I had so many customers clamoring for fucking yogurt that I COULDN'T EVEN ADDRESS ANYTHING besides serving yogurt. I was completely swamped and had to focus on the customers for a few minutes, and that's obviously the perfect time to walk up, crop dust some insults, then walk away. What the FUCK, Tasha. I also immediately ran out of product and had to wait 45 minutes for her to come back and bring me more, which I could've told her about if she'd stayed for more than 2 seconds, insulted my ability, and bounced.
I hate Tasha so much. My other manager, Jack, he's a sweetie pie. He fixes my schedule no questions asked, he's got a new family and just bought a house, he makes sure we have snacks in our office, he's amazing. Tasha is mean and nasty and always has something negative to say. I remember having to clock out on the first shift I had her as a manager and she stopped me and asked if I was "sure about that," because I should ask if my teammates needed help washing the dishes and restocking carts. Bitch, there are FOUR people already doing every possible step of dishes, I restocked three carts, I'm scheduled to leave right now, and I have a ride to catch. I'm not sticking around here doing extra work and getting in everyone's way, the fuck are you on?
Though of course on Saturday I had to stay 8 minutes late anyway to wash fucking dishes, because Tasha closes on Saturday. I washed dishes again on Sunday, but at least Tasha was out of the office when we clocked out so we were able to leave the rest of our dishes (just drying things) to the next shift (who have to wash their own dishes anyway.)
and it's like, I feel so stupid being all doompilled over having to cut frozen burritos, or wash dishes, but all these little niggling things pile up until I start feeling like a caged animal. I hate managers appearing out of nowhere and criticizing you, I hate standing on concrete, I hate the little clocks we take to our breaks, I hate having to only drink water in their plastic cups because they don't even trust you to use the taller soda cups the store itself gives because "you might have alcohol in it," I hate being covered in food, I hate hairnets and plastic gloves, HATE HATE HATE!! I only took this job because I needed money for a vacation I won, but now that the vacation is cancelled, I don't even know what I'm doing here. I'm about ready to start saving up so I can pay my bills for a year and just quit. This is bullshit and I don't care if it makes me a loser, I'd rather go back to being a NEET than do this forever.
This year so far:
Got the near-impossible 5/5 evaluation score last year.
Reward: the lowest raise I'd ever gotten.
Got the normal 4/5 this year.
Reward: an even lower raise because my performance dipped from 5/5, a score literally nobody else has, and was told that I would once again not be paid at the rate of my new position, only my old position. And by new I mean the position I took 5 years ago and got promoted to in all ways except financially.
Lesson learned: Never try.
Due to understaffing and being an all-hands-on-deck situation, I just finished working a month of 72 hr/wk shifts in a rather dangerous environment (which i will keep vague as it is rare and high profile enough to constitute powerleveling).
Reward: I'm salaried but they deigned to throw me a few extra hours of straight time pay. As a little treat.
Extra kick in the junk: They're getting rid of about 1/3 of my department so the understaffing will only worsen in the future.
Lesson learned: Find a new job.
Honestly though I'm just pissy right now. I'll get my unpaid hours back with interest by strutting in hours late, leaving hours early, taking 4x longer lunch breaks than I'm supposed to, playing games on archive.org all day, and taking discarded office computers/parts. Being able to slack off makes the shitty pay for my field worth it.
writing this whilst chainsmoking and listening to radiohead on my break that i only got after reminding my manager three times that we have to take breaks, i have been left alone to do multiple shifts worth of work and a count for my other manager. my fatass useless coworker has come to complain about her life and sigh loudly while i bust my ass actually working, i only have one day off this week, currently on my 7th day of work in a row. i hate it here, but theres nowhere that pays better i could go to rn. i am so tired of doing shit for other people then being blamed when shit isnt done, god forbid i put in the same effort everyone else does, then im not doing my job properly
additionally: everyday my hatred for fat people grows
Last night I had a dream where my colleague was panicking because he felt like he might have shingles once again and that he's had it 4 times before. I couldn't stop laughing, he freaked out and started crying meanwhile I was yelling "Sorry!" between fits of laughter.
Very strange dream, but something I could see happening if I stick around long enough. Can't stand working with the guy and it has completely worn down any sympathy I have to the point where I might actually celebrate if he gets another rotten tooth as it'd probably cause him to miss just enough work to get fired.
What a sad state of affairs. Also, why is this in Gorl Tawk? Can't the boys vent about shitty jobs too?
Those of you who have been forced to stay in shit jobs, how do you stop it impacting you? Like how do you draw the mental line at knocking off time and just be done?
I'm a fucking mess. Utter fucking mess, even considered suicide a few times. Not seriously but I hadn't in years. Last nigh while doing some gardening at the front I head people obviously waiting for shotters on my street, and I really wanted to just go and say "look, i know what you're doing. I'm not going to the police, can you get me 2 light and 2 dark please." Its got to the point where I'm awful to be around most of the time cos I'm just so depressed.
I need to quit. But much like when I started this thread and couldn't cos of IVF, now I can't because we are in the adoption process. They don't want you to be undergoing any major life events, and changing jobs is considered one. A major plus for us for adoption is practical support nearby from both our sets of parents. I'm concerned that if we delay by years we'll lose that if their health declines. It also would delay retirement and such.
We usually get company-wide pay increases in May. I found out by means of payslip that this had not happened this time. No one is going to be happy about that, I gave my line manager an in yesterday to mention it and he didn't. We all know the company doesn't respect us, he doesn't respect me either.
I looked in December at other openings. I've stagnated so long, actively not allowed to gain new skills, that I'm no longer competitive. So I'll be pouring energy into some courses. to make me competitive.
They are currently negotiating a massive new contract and I am the only person in the company qualified to put anything related to my area in, but am not involved.
I was told explicitly not to put as many hours as I wanted to on a grant I was writing because I was needed for some other work down the line- that's been given to an external sub contractor.
I was told my union if I'd quit after December (I can't remember if I put tha tshitshow in the thread) I'd have had a strong case for constructive dismissal at tribunal. But I can't afford to quit without something else lined up.
Those of you who have been forced to stay in shit jobs, how do you stop it impacting you? Like how do you draw the mental line at knocking off time and just be done?
Listen, you said you're in process of adoption so I'll assume you have a reliable significant other you're planning a life with. Focus on that. Do the necessary at work - whether meeting basics or, if you're wired thst way, the usual above & beyond. But break the mental ties.
I'm in a work situation that has been a dragged-out hellscape for well over a year. Not specific to me, but to shifts in the company. (Which ofc affects me, too, and opportunity for advancement is now zero despite having been on a rocket track.). Trust has been obliterated, loyalty is in the basement, elbows are sharp, and even senior leadership has no say in the soul-crushing edicts that keep coming from the c-suite.
It weighs very heavy. We could all be put on the "offload"* list at any time for any reason or no reason. All day, everyday you're aware that nothing you do is truly valued or will save your skin. And even if you're not let go, the increasing micromanagement seems bent on grinding down even professional, highly productive contributors into dust.
* nice corporate euphemism
At the same time, the market is garbage. So there's no escape plan for most. This is the new reality, and it's not pleasant.
So the thing to do, as I see it, is to disentangle mentally from the value and weight you have placed on your job or job/ career identity as a component of your life, and to find your happiness and strokes in other parts of your life. Be a shark at work, to protect yourself, but otherwise, direct your attention and mental energy to the things that are giving back to you. If at some point the work situation becomes healthier again, great, but for now, if it's that awful, just be shrewd about it and find your mental sustenance elsewhere.
I finally got another job to replace one of my two. I was being written up for "insubordination" because I wasn't selling shit on credit plans enough, for the first time in two years. About to start serving and bartending for the first time in ten years for a bunch of old British military guys. I know it's dumb to be nervous about it since it'll just be highballs and beers, but it's a big change and it's scary. pray for me girls
