I'm in a mood today.
My woman (you know, the one you're not allowed to be an ass to?) has a job that is horrid. She's making base pay and being loaded with the responsibilities that belong to her boss. And she's stressing about not being able to cope. It infuriates me that they shovel her up with this stuff, refuse to give her the tools or the funding to effectively deal with their garbage, and then bitch her out for getting it only half done. Couple this with incompetent and lazy co-workers, and she's in a crappy place.
But, wait, Ex, you say, how do you know? Isn't this just hearsay from her?
No, friend, no it isn't. I've seen these people, I know firsthand.
I've seen her work alone for a month on something that was A) her bosses' job and B) not a one man task, complete it successfully, and then have the same co-workers who wouldn't help take the credit for doing the job.
While I love her, and I admire her dedication and loyalty, they don't deserve it. It's pissing me off that she's giving it to them. I think I will "make" her quit. Or something. There is a law, either natural or governmental, that states, in effect, "Thou shalt not work for asshats that thou art smarter than, and if thou art forced into that situation, thou shalt maintain no loyalty toward said asshats, lest ye be struck by a plague of ..."... I forget the end, but it's a plague of something pretty bad. A plague of bombardment by squishy plants, like tomatoes. Or something.
- Exherado
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