have I mentioned lately how much I hate my job?
I just need a vacation. I think.
I’m sitting in the war room and our weekly wrap-up meeting is just starting up — the following things are going through my mind:
I handed over a pair of scissors to my teammate just as the first manager walked into the room…just in case.
I’ve already questioned the logic of a man that has graduated from MIT, because he’s harping on a small presentation point — this illustrates to me that he’s not capable of abstract thought.
I’ve said “I quit” at least 10 times…in my head.
how is it that if every person at the table say “I don’t have enough time to do this,” the managers are still holding us to a set date?
I’ve said “fuck you” at least 10 times…in my head.
what would this company do if we quit? I figure that there is about 13 years worth of collective knowledge on my team…good luck filling those shoes
if I’m so confident that they couldn’t replace me, why am I not demanding more money?
would it be wrong to start playing music during the meeting? Maybe “Shove This J.O.B.”?
why does this guy next to me smell so fucking bad? It’s like a mix of cigarettes, body odor and rotting flesh. Shouldn’t someone tell him to clean himself up?
What would happen if I started calling people by their internal nicknames: “sack of shit”, “the Hutt“, “the ferengi“?
why do I complain, when I know it’s always going to be the same?
could I accomplish more in life if I freed up the energy I waste complaining about work?
edit:
I think I work with fucking idiots.
why is it that my boss (the director of technology) knows nothing about developing a website pass HTML 2.0? He just suggested using an H1 tag, and making the text blink!
what if I opened Monster and started looking for another job?
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May 5th, 2004 at 3:29 pm
Ooh, text that can blink!? I’m going to have to try that.
May 5th, 2004 at 9:50 pm
Not a good day in the office
Jay, recounts all the things going through his mind during a meeting: … why does this guy next to me smell so fucking bad?…
May 7th, 2004 at 12:39 pm
OH OH OH!! You should make it scroll across the screen too!!
May 7th, 2004 at 1:37 pm
Do we work at the same place? I’ve had almost the exact same conversation with one of my bosses regarding the H1/blinkie debacle.