I work for one of the most two faced, evil biatches ever! She can go from smiling and being my bestest friend to bitching and threatening to fire me in a heartbeat! She constantly belittles me and makes me feel stupid. Yesterday, she got mad because I went to the restroom without telling her. She said she never knew where I was. Excuse me, this woman is not my mother! I am not required to inform her of my every movement!
(Posted by starla)
I work in a law office and I have a selfish, obnoxious co-worker who does absolutely no work. When she does have work she works hard at giving it to anyone else to do. She lies about her workload saying that she does things when she does not. She claims that she has a lot of work to do but when you see her in her office she is usually playing Internet video games.
To make matters worse, she brings three dogs to work and lets them run wild. They piss and poop all over the office leaving a trail of dog defecation all over the office for the reception to clean up. When you ask her to take care of her dogs her question is what-- you dont like dogs? Her pissing and pooping pets are only second to her 5 year old child who also comes to work running around and watching teletubbies at full volume for over an hour. This woman is an abomination to every hard working woman in the world.
(Posted by N.K.)
My co-worker, I'll call him Tony, is one of the most unbeilviably smelly people on the planet. Hygenie is one of the issues. (I dread the moments when Tony has to bring me a file, and hand it over to me. I have to hold my breath when he lifts his arm to hand me the file, because otherwise, I really do think that I would puke. It's that putrid.
I have talked to our supervisor about this, and she's just doesn't have the balls to say anything to him. We don't deal with the public really in our office, so she feels that it isn't that big of an issue.
Tony also favors gyros. So, on top of the body odor, you have the gyro smell too. If you dare to walk by his cubicle, he smells like onions and meat. I've developed a path to avoid have to do that.
A few of us our considering writing a letter and sticking it in his mailbox in complaint about the stench. We are crossing our fingers that this will work. Has anyone else ever had to deal with this?
(Posted by L.D.)
I hate my co-worker CW. He is the IT Guy and makes sure EVERYONE knows how much smarter he is then everyone else. He calls me trailer trash because I don't know how to use DOS. Who the fuck uses DOS anymore! Strange thing is that his house is two blocks from my house and we live no where near a trailer park or a trailer whatsoever. He never makes eye contact when he talks to you either; he always looks over you; like he's looking at the person behind you. If you don't bow down to his incredible genius he calls you names like "poopyhead"! He even said once to me, "I know you are but what am I" then he stomped off and locked himself in his office. You could see him on the surveillance monitor in there rocking back and forth with a frown on his face. We all stood there and laughed our asses off at him.
If one of the employees here is having problems at home, maybe divorce is impending. He makes sure to soften the blow by telling the person that he met his wife and married her after a week of dating. They are deeply in love and that maybe if they'd chosen the right person in the first place like he did this wouldn't be happening to them.
That was the ever so pleasant question that started off my day today. My response to that question was "excuse me?" Which was followed by the requisite, "I know this is not your fault, but I'm just so frustrated by your bank." While I truly felt this clients frustration, why do people think that if they are all pissy and bitchy that a customer service issue will be solved more promptly?
It's actually the total opposite. I am less inclined to help out a client, or I should say, go beyond the call of duty, if a client is ultra bitchy. I'll pull out all the stops for a client who states their story in a calm and professional way. When did people stop learning how to stifle certain frustrations? I mean, if a missing ATM card throws them for a loop, imagine how they will react when say, they are in a fender bender?
I'm on the consumer side of things daily, and would never imagine saying anything like that to someone. You're in a public business for goodness sake. There are better ways to get your point across than verbally berating someone who is trying to help you.
(Posted by Frustrated)
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.
Picture an extremely small town in Texas, Lorenzo. The Lorenzo City Counsel was hiring one City Manager and two clerks. That was the entire office. I was married into a prominent family at the time and the city counsel decided I would be the first clerk they would hire. The City Manager was hired next. He was a terminated police officer from another small town.....a total Idiot. There comes along a lovely, incredibly competitive woman for Clerk #2. She hated me.
It was noticed by all that the Clerk #2 and Manager began flirting around. They were both married to other people, of course.
As the City Manager (Rick) was an Idiot, he thought he could re-do the City budget and give Clerk #2 (Trish was her name) a sudden raise in salary. When I confronted him, he said it was used as a promotion to Trish and a demotion to me. Note that I was a very quiet person, but smart and a good worker. I was to do any job that required Math as Trish never finished High School. I am serious.
I work with this guy that is facing aggravated assault charges for "accidentally" breaking a beer bottle over someone's head. The reason you ask? Well apparently ( this is his story) he was at his friends warehouse party and a girl just decided to take a pee, right there in front of everyone. My co-worker being the noble person that he is went over and told her she couldn't do that there and was trying to escort her out of the room. The girls boyfriend came over and took a swing at my co-worker(let's refer to him as satan) so satan in a move to defend himself went to throw a punch back and forgot he had a beer bottle in his hand breaking it on this guys face and giving him something like 60 stitches on his face.
Here are some of the things I have to deal with at work. A fellow co-worker came over to talk to my neighbor and satan doesn't like this person very much so he started barking at her like a dog. He was standing up and looking right at her and imitating a dog. I have to sit across from this guy and he is constantly saying things under his breath with comments directed towards me. When I confront him on it he calls me paranoid and neurotic and tells my other co-workers that I am crazy. So needless to say my work environment has gone from tolerable to completely the opposite.
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).
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