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Bastards, utter bastards
Jun. 5th, 2002 02:55 pmOr how I learned to be pissed off and cotemplate the utter twattishness of some people.
Got fired a couple of hours ago from my temping job. According to the utter twat (first I thought he was nice, now I see he's petty with a short straw) of a boss that is Richard (no idea about his last name), I wasn't working to my full productivity levels and kept messing about. Looked up from my computer to see him looking pissed off, standing over me and saying "Get out." Followed by me going 'huh?', him telling me about the perceived messing about - which as I told him afterwards included one point of actually looking for a sodding file that had disappeared from my desk. He continued to be unreasonable. Then standing over me while I closed my computer down, gathered my stuff and left.
Niiiice.
Anyway, am still wondering about that. First inkling I had was when I was told by the bloody temp agency by phone on friday that I'd been noted for swearing a lot (when you work with computers that refuse to co-operate, you will too) and walking around sans shoes. (so sue me, my feet hurt) Maybe it's a thing at GMAC that they don't tell you to your face...
Don't remember the upstairs lot having any problem with me. Or any problem in previous weeks in completions. But then, Janet (intermediate boss, trained us) was an uptight so-and-so who appears to believe the job is all and requires utter loyalty. or any problems with the fact that my ribs flared up on friday, to the extent that I spent half an hour doubled over in pain, crying. Janet got me to phone the doctor, which I did, then looked a little pissed off when I was still around an hour after I said I was thinking of going, still working, merely because the first appointment I could get was three hours away from that point - factor in travel time from Bracknell (armpit of the gods and place that worships the dual carriageway) and I was still half an hour early. Maybe this was just because she wanted me gone...
I'm never using those toadying nosey arsewipes of a temp agency again (sample dialogue when they rung me on friday : "You're going to the doctors? You should have let us know! Does work know?"
Me : "They made me call the surgery." Then they made disappointed noises and got on with saying how I should buckle down and that work was always right, and that maybe wearing shoes infringed on my freebird principles but I still had to do it. See me gape at the phone wondering what on earth they were going on about.) These are also the people who want to know what you're doing that weekend and which pub you're going to, where everything has to be related back to their lives.
In other news, I hate my decrepit bike that's gradually falling apart, I still get annoyed with my parents on many levels, and I'm now searching for jobs. And looking forward to Eclipse.
Got fired a couple of hours ago from my temping job. According to the utter twat (first I thought he was nice, now I see he's petty with a short straw) of a boss that is Richard (no idea about his last name), I wasn't working to my full productivity levels and kept messing about. Looked up from my computer to see him looking pissed off, standing over me and saying "Get out." Followed by me going 'huh?', him telling me about the perceived messing about - which as I told him afterwards included one point of actually looking for a sodding file that had disappeared from my desk. He continued to be unreasonable. Then standing over me while I closed my computer down, gathered my stuff and left.
Niiiice.
Anyway, am still wondering about that. First inkling I had was when I was told by the bloody temp agency by phone on friday that I'd been noted for swearing a lot (when you work with computers that refuse to co-operate, you will too) and walking around sans shoes. (so sue me, my feet hurt) Maybe it's a thing at GMAC that they don't tell you to your face...
Don't remember the upstairs lot having any problem with me. Or any problem in previous weeks in completions. But then, Janet (intermediate boss, trained us) was an uptight so-and-so who appears to believe the job is all and requires utter loyalty. or any problems with the fact that my ribs flared up on friday, to the extent that I spent half an hour doubled over in pain, crying. Janet got me to phone the doctor, which I did, then looked a little pissed off when I was still around an hour after I said I was thinking of going, still working, merely because the first appointment I could get was three hours away from that point - factor in travel time from Bracknell (armpit of the gods and place that worships the dual carriageway) and I was still half an hour early. Maybe this was just because she wanted me gone...
I'm never using those toadying nosey arsewipes of a temp agency again (sample dialogue when they rung me on friday : "You're going to the doctors? You should have let us know! Does work know?"
Me : "They made me call the surgery." Then they made disappointed noises and got on with saying how I should buckle down and that work was always right, and that maybe wearing shoes infringed on my freebird principles but I still had to do it. See me gape at the phone wondering what on earth they were going on about.) These are also the people who want to know what you're doing that weekend and which pub you're going to, where everything has to be related back to their lives.
In other news, I hate my decrepit bike that's gradually falling apart, I still get annoyed with my parents on many levels, and I'm now searching for jobs. And looking forward to Eclipse.
