Stop this negativity…at least while your at work! Here in my 4×4 cubicle, all I can hear next to me is the cranky voice of my co-worker complaining to anyone about everything. Could be another co-worker walking by her desk or an innocent victim who dares to dial her phone number. The office is too hot, now its too cold, too much work load, hates our computer system, too complicated, too slow, Groupwise in not working properly, lights are too bright, air quality is too stuffy, too many phone calls…oh, don’t forget her terrible health ailments which consists of headaches, sore neck, shoulder, back and feet. Sooo annoying. I’m a pretty relaxed person, but hearing this shit all day, I find that by 4 pm its rubbed off on me. Heck…she’s even driven me to write in the “Bitch”. If I could block out her, I would, but she is sooo loud and constant. I fuckn’ love my job but she is slowly draining my happiness.
Please go on long-term disability you fucking cranky anus wart!!!
—JUNCO
This article appears in Mar 19-25, 2009.
Welcome to the civil service where the most miserable human beans in the whole world reside – unfortunately, 90% of them are female and hormonal as shit. I work in a building with civil service offices and listening to those nasty cows on the elevator each morning makes the bile rise to my throat. I am so fucking grateful I work with just a few guys ’cause if I ever had to deal with what you’re dealing with, the twat could be choking on a fucking industrial sized stapler.
“Accounts receivable, Nina speaking. Just a moment”
“Accounts receivable, Nina speaking. Just a moment”
“Accounts receivable, Nina speaking. Just a moment”
Bahawhawhawhaw – good one, NW.
TTFN: working for the federal public service rots your brain. No joke. I did it for a year and I could barely function as a somewhat decent human being after a week of that shit. I can’t imagine what it’s like being there for decades.
That’s why it pays so well. No one would do that shit if it didn’t. Fuck, I won’t even do that shit anymore regardless of how much it pays.
I recommend encasing your cubicle in some sound proof glass. Should do the trick. Either that or some spiffy Bose acoustic headphones.
maybe she has fibromyalgia and environmental sensitivities.
You sell your soul to become a swivel servant. I did it for a few years and witnessed enough insanity and tretchery to last me nine life times. I swear those were the years when my hair started to go grey. Incompetent managers, vicious backstabbling co-workers, bitter alcoholics and total disregard for the public purse.
Don’t forget inbred co-worker sexcapades.
Oh, my Gawd, yes! I worked with a 50 year old horndog still stuck in the 50s (this was the 80s) and boasted about his 34 waist which was UNDER this massive beer gut – I swear he looked like he had swallowed a beach ball. He’d tell us about his conquests and accuse us of being fucking old prudes when we told him to shut up. Worst of all, he told us his menopausal wife stank so much, he couldn’t bear to be near her. What a prize swivel servant that was.
TTFN: OMFG YES. I was only there for a year and I saw everything you saw and I was even a target for A LOT because I was a student (so I WAS an easy target). I honestly feel like I wasted my year of internship because it was just an awful experience all around (and I have no internship references! yay! Great refs from all my other jobs…but…:S)
Where do both of you work?! For christs sake, people here make their jobs out to be hellholes.
I’ve changed careers more than a few times over the last 35 years – civil service, private sector, freelancer…now I’m tired of it, would like to retire and crochet neon rainbow coloured hats and top them with braids, poms and tassels soaked in rum.
I’m impressed than any job finishes at 4 p.m.
I don’t believe the OP. I have never ever had a female coworker who bitched and whined with other female coworkers about every miniscule thing day after day until I wanted to stick a rusty syringe through both of my ear canals and set myself on fire. Never. Furthermore, I would never suggest that 75% of the women I’ve ever worked with were fat, lazy malcontents who couldn’t make themselves happy if they were stranded on Cheeseburger Island with the Kool-Aid guy. Fat, bitchy ladies simply don’t exist in Canada, I’m sorry.