Posts Tagged ‘working’

Yet another “I hate my job” post? No, really. You’ve got to read this one…

I Hate My Job

This is the best “I Hate My Job!” post I have seen.  Found on Reddit.  Submitted by PreHack.  Read till the end:

“My job is so fucking unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I’m not sure she even showers, much less shaves her “womanly” parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I’m sure after work. He probably hasn’t been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he’s only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960’s, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it’s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.”

I want to love my airlines, I really do… Just keep bringing me the alcohol…

Moldy Grapes found in first class

These are the grapes served with dinner on one of my UA flights. Notice the white fussy thingy in at least two places? Mold.

No. I didn’t say anything to the flight attendant since I was for once upgraded to the first class, and boy, was I grateful! Besides, the flight attendant was pretty good at refilling my drinks.

Moral of the story: If you keep my glass full, I’m willing to look the other way. Literally. Thank you very much.

I know. I am a total sellout. Or an alcoholic. Or both.

Think you hate your job? Think again…

Think you have a shitty job? Think again!

Now I feel much better. Back to work I go…

Ah, I love Dilbert! Need to look busy while at work in the economic downturn…

Dilbert.com

Wally creeps me out, but he does sprout some truth sometimes.

I need one of those coaches…

The Two Bobs: Dilbert on Consultants and HR


Define “Workaholic”…

2008 10 05 workaholic Define Workaholic... I love this one! You can see the original (with proper credits) here.

The best part is the first comment:

“Hey, you should try my solution to the social web – get yourself some kids.
Then you have no time for social networking…”

My sentiment indeed.