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I used to be a receptionist in an office and then moved up to an assistant position. For a while, it seemed like we had a rotation of temps in the position after me, who either didn't want the job, or who just weren't the right fit.

Unfortunately for me, that meant that I was constantly being pulled back up to the front desk to train every new person that showed up, even though it was no longer a part of my job description.

Finally, I passed along the resume of a girl whom I had known in college. We weren't really friends--more acquaintances really and had simply lived in the same dorm at one point in time.

Needless to say, I trained her and determined that I would finally wash my hands of the whole reception situation. I was so happy that she would be the new go-to gal from here on out.

First of all I hate all you people who are phoney and try to get ahead in the work place by pretending like you don't fart or milk the time clock or take total advantage of your position. All you "yes" girls and boys need to get real and quit kissing the bosses ass think outside the box once in a freaking while. Say what you think and not what you think people want to hear. Favortism kills me. I HATE ASS KISSERS. You know some bosses have there little crew ass kissers and tattlers that are always in your business and up your ass watching your every move so they have something to impress the boss with. I guess it takes all kinds but what really pisses me off the most is that it is almost impossible to get ahead in the world of business based on your ability to do your job. If you want to get ahead you have to suck the boss off or kiss his/her ass. IT MAKES ME WANNA PUKE.

(Posted by YOU SUCK)

Why I hate my co-workers? Because I'm tired of cleaning up their messes after the come in the next day hung over. I hate it when the "forget" how to do payroll and the fuck it up so much, we get charged for the mistake. I hate my co-workers because they drink in the office while I'm working on cleaning up their messes. I hate them and their fake attitudes. Bull shit your sorry!

I deal with this day in and day out and no matter what I do, I'm the whipping girl.

(Posted by Anonymous)

I really hate my co-worker, Rossco. All day while I am on the computer, he looks at me with this pathetic face and practically begs me to bring him his breakfast. Even worse, periodically, I have to escort him to the toilet...that lazy bastard!

I am currently unemployed and searching for work all day on the computer, and Rossco is my 9-year-old Dachshund.

I have the dubious distinction of having held a variety of really shitty jobs. REALLY. SHITTY. JOBS. And while I do not want to make the argument that any of them are worse than what I have seen on this site, it is safe to say a couple of them are unique in this regard: the bullshit didn't end when I left. Be advised there is no happy ending to this story--- yet anyway--- but time is working on my side. Read on and you'll understand...

Job #1: I was an advertising sales assistant at an in-room hotel publication. Unbeknownst to me at the time I was hired, I was walking into a "situation"--- and by using the word 'situation' I am talking about a study in female office dynamics that makes "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane" look like water ballet. You see, I was to work under two women and one was the immediate supervisor of the other. The uber-boss, we'll call her "Blanche", was brought in to supervise my under-boss, who I will henceforth call "Jane".

Jane had applied for the uber-boss position and was passed over in favor of an outside candidate (Blanche). This probably came to pass because Jane is a fucking psycho (as I soon learned): enabling her to supervise anyone would be on par with letting Michael Jackson run a day care facility. Bad idea. In any case, I had already become a pawn between two women who despised each other. Great.

In the interest of brevity I will forgo talking about Blanche's psychotic behavior, as Jane behavior was much more venal...

It started with small stuff: Jane would bitch at me for messing up her file system (I never know there was a 'system', looked piles of shit to me) or she would claim I did not send/give her some vital piece of paper work (and I'd re-send the emails addressed to her proving I did). That's roughly when she told me I had to email her each time I put something in her inbox (because it was not an 'in' box it was a compost heap).

I work at at Neiman Marcus in a major city, and I have a co-worker who has to be the most utterly clueless homosexual ever. I won't even go into his sense of fashion, or the fact that his nose hairs are always sprouting out of his nose. The only reason he's still working at Neiman's is because he's sleeping with one of the managers, who is totally hot. I can't imagine what he sees in "Ted."

Ted either lives under a rock or is maybe isn't gay after all. We work in the shoe department, and who walks onto the floor, but Cher. I have to say, the surgery is pretty flawless because she doesn't look 60. Anyway, no she didn't walk in with a feathered headdress on and a wearing only a g-string, but Cher is Cher right?

I was recently fired from my job at a major bank. The fact is, the whole incident was totally my fault. I had a crush on "Mark'' (think Ryan Phillippe's slightly older brother) for the last year, and jumped at every opportunity to work with him. We were both assigned to a branch promotion, and had to come up with some type of event for our wealthier clients (who cares about the poor ones, right).

We had tried to work on the projects during office hours, but working in a busy branch like ours, it was extremely hard to find the time. So Mark suggested that we work one night after banking hours. I was up for it. I mean anything to let me spend some more time with Mark - why the hell not.

So we end up staying one evening, and work steadily for the first hour or so. Mark finds a bottle of wine that was in our storage room from a previous bank function, and we decide to open it. We don't get overtime, so consider this our bonus. Well, we end up getting a bit tipsy, and one thing leads to another, and we end up having sex in the ATM room.

Two days later, Mark and I are called into our managers office, and he informs us that we are both fired. Security had reviewed the video tape (we honestly didn't even think of that), because there had been a discrepancy in the ATM balancing from that day. Well needless to say, I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

And guess what, Mark never spoke to me again after that day. I was such an idiot.

(Posted by Anonymous)

How I hate pretentious people! Working as a temp, I imagine that its par for course to have to work with people that think they're better than you- luckily for me, most of my experiences haven't been that bad. Until this week.

First of all, let me describe the office I'm working in. It's a financial office (don't ask me what exactly they do I couldn't tell you) and as such, there's a secure key-card entry door. EVERYBODY has a key card- even I get a key card, but why is it that the whole company is lazy??? Besides being a receptionist, I'm also a glorified doorman thanks to a little button I have under my desk that unlocks the door. I have do my reception-ing duties as well as keep a sharp eye for people walking up to the door (who work here and all have cards) so I can press the button to save them the 3 steps it takes to swipe the card. God forbid I'm looking down or something or I'll get one of 3 things: 1) The Irritated expression (Oh-my-God-I-have-to-reach-into-my-pocket-find-my-card-and-walk-over-and-swipe-it); 2)The Bemused expression (I'm-confused-why-isn't-the-door-open?) or my personal favourite; 3)The tap on the glass door (Hello-look-up-please-and-see-me-standing-here). Either that or I'll get a combination of the three (#1 and #3 together are sooo obnoxious).

I just think in general office workers are lazy. They sit for most of the day and when they actually walk around the thought of adding a few extra steps to swipe their card is apparently abhorrent. Of course I'm an office worker now too- but look at me! I'm writing this blog AT WORK!!! Laziness is a disease and it's spreading. When I first started doing this work, I was so eager to find things to do. Coming from a retail environment (as a merchandiser) I was used to a frenetic pace of work. Working in an office is completely different. Here, everyone is so used to having things done for them. Coffee that magically appears (me), a dishwasher lest they soil their hands (I load it), and a magical fridge that never runs out of tasty drinks (I restock it ) etc. Now, I've almost become one of them. I surf the internet all day, read the newspaper a little bit, check my mail and basically do nothing. I pretend to want more work in order to 'seem' eager, but in reality I'm happy getting paid to do nil. I tell you, it's a disease.

The woman I share an office with is going through menopause. It's an absolute nightmare. She just eviscerated the boss because he had the audacity to ask her, the office manager, to get a catered lunch sent in today. "You want me to WHAT???" and "From WHERE???" and then, muttered under her breath, "These people cain't wipe they ASS without me." She has a little bit of a southern accent so that makes the effect even more hilarious. Believe it or not, it's actually pretty funny when you're not the intended target of her venomous rage. I'm loathe to say anything to her, mostly because I'm terrified of her instability, but also because I'll be staring down that same barrel one day.

(Posted by Jez)

Lets call her Shana. My last job at a software company I worked with the biggest bitch EVER. I've never worked with someone like this. She would go behind my back and tell my managers that I'm slow (totally opposite). I've never met anyone so insecure before. Everyone said that she was so jealous of the way I looked and dressed. People would come by to talk to me and her face turned bright red and she was upset and never spoke to the people who would talk to me.

She never talked to anyone in my group except for me. She was a backstabber and everything I said she opposed. I seriously haven't met a 'girl' so childish and jealous before. If I got attention, she would get jealous. A guy at the office use to come by and talk to me a lot and she never talked back to him.

She also had this weird relationship with a senior mgr we worked with. They would make sexual jokes..he would smack her in the ass with a folder and call her "dear" when he called her on his cellphone after office hours. She would stick her boobs out and her fat gut just to get anyone's attention.

She whored her way to the top because the insecure freaks I worked with loved the attention she would give them.

One time my trains were delayed and Shanna went online to check to see if I was really delayed! HA! What a LOSER! She made my days bitter and motivated me to get out of that environment. Also, she got so much attention for whoring around, that any work you did, didn't matter. The mgrs loved her cause she was engaging in some other activity outside of work. OFFICE WHORE to the max. Backstabbing bitch! I never have to deal with her again.

(Posted by Office whore/ass't)

I have a co worker named "Christa" who is nice to my face but as soon as I leave she is nothing but mean. She talks about me behind my back and used to crank call me in the middle of the night when she found out I was dating another co worker she had a thing for. But when I confronted her she always says she does not have any problems with me.

I also have another co wokrer named "Kristen" who makes up stories about me to my boss. Fortunately my boss does not believe them. She also "cries" when confronted about anything & can stop crying on command. She wanted me to work in this office with her & agreed to everything I suggested, then tries to get me fired every other day.

(Posted by T.S.)

My co-worker yelled at me for using the "expensive" rubber bands. They were the larger types of rubber bands. I mean, who CARES!

Until about a year ago, I worked for a company that bases most of its advertising on its supposed committment to ethics and excellence. Yeah, right. After I accidentally stumbled upon some unethical actions taken by an employee (who was basically little more than a glorified secretary), I went to my boss with the news. While he definitely was not one to ever make waves in the corporate pool, I think he realized that there was strong potential for the whole incident to blow up and he didn't want it to come back and later bite him in his lazy ass. However, when we went to the grunt's boss (same level as my boss), it became clear that it would all be shoved under the carpet and we would be helping with the sweeping. In fact, I was also expected to brag about how everything was kept just so in order that there was little need for a big spring clean. I refused. They got nasty. I said I'm leaving and you're paying me. And so it was. But tell me, why do I still feel so shitty?

(Posted by Anonymous)

I got fired in April '05 from a restaurant I worked at for 3 years. I was at the time the Office Manager and Head Hostess. I did a lot of shit within a 5 week time frame I should've gotten fired for, but alas, it was something I didn't even do. So it goes like this:

1. At weekly inventory counts performed Sunday nights that another Manager and I, along with 3 employees performed, we would play poker and drink the restaurant's liquor and beer. This would go on from 1am til 4am. My boss had an idea something was up when the liquor/beer counts did reconcile to him being out of vodka and heineken in the morning. Anyways, he found out when an my assistant helped one night and ended up telling him. The other manager and I were banned from the inventory counts (oh no!) and he performed them himself in the morning. We got a big lecture on how we were bad examples and drinking the profits, probably true.

2. For my ethics class, I had to write a 20 page paper on an ineffective organization. Me, being smart and lazy, decided to write it about my restaurant. Well, it took a week to write during which I worked on it at work (stupidest idea ever). I had thought I erased it from the computer but it was found a week later. Everyone read every nasty, critical, unflaterring comment I had made about them. Stupid me, I also did not change anyone's names. Now it's funny cuz I can see everyone with a copy in their hands reading it going "this is what she thinks of us?" but back then it was sad.I tried to quit, but my boss kept me on. I have never apologized or felt so bad about a thing about in my life.