| Return of the Frustrated Teacher |
 First of all, we have a RAT that runs in and out of all the classrooms. It runs from 1 class thru the vent to the next class and thru the vent. You know who's class it has hit because all you hear is waves of screams.
Secondly, the kids have attempted 2 fires this school year. The first one they lit a fire in a book and put it in the light fixture in the ceiling. A teacher was present.
Thirdly, a teacher got his nose broke by a student for asking them to tuck their shirt in at a school wear uniforms are worn.
Fourthly, two female staff members got in to a shoving and cursing match in the registrars office (where children were present). Also, half the staff has yet to recieve a reason and has been here for over 5 years. Degrees and all. Still feels like we are making minimum wage in this hell hole. Lastly, staff members have numerous times been in fights with students. Now who the hell runs this school? Not us!! |
| Posted by Frustrated Teacher on 10/03/06 at 12:22 PM MST |
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| How many sugars with that coffee? |
I recently graduated from business school and took a position at a top television network in New York City. At first I was an intern with real responsibilities, like coming up with great ideas for marketing and promotions for new shows. After I completed my internship, I was hired as a marketing assistant. My job responsibilities were to remain the same or get more challenging, or so I thought.
My new boss expected me to do brainless errands that were not in my job description. I was ordered to bring my boss a fresh cup of Starbucks Coffee, a magazine and cupcake every morning for him. I also had to order lunch for meetings, clean the conference room after everyone left, and the list goes on and on. This is not the position I was expecting after I left school.
I refuse to continue to accept this treatment for a low life loser like my boss. He obviously does not understand how to utilize the talents of his employees. |
| Posted by Elizabeth R on 09/13/06 at 12:08 AM MST |
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| Am I in Preschool? |
About a year ago I recently worked for a large well-known alarm response company. I took the job because it was the only job available immediately in that city.
I started work after a week of training. On the first day out of training I walked out on the call center floor and I was approached by a supervisor. She took me aside and told me how things work on the floor.
She begin by telling me about the clever point system they devised to boost employee moral and production. Each morning the supervisors would come around and put a number of gold stars on one’s desk to signify that they are doing well. At the end of the week the points will be tallied and the most popular or closest to the supervisor always wins.
One can earn gold star/fish points by:
• Sitting at one’s desk and do not talk to the person next to you unless it is business
• Sitting at one’s desk and not taking extra brakes.
• Speaking correctly on the phone
• Coming to work on time
• Leaving a clean desk
• Not leaving work before your schedule time
And the list goes on and on. This point system did not boost my moral, in fact, it pissed me off. Every point (gold star/fish, whatever) I received I felt more like i was in preschool and they were watching my every move.
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| Posted by matt kaplan on 09/13/06 at 5:09 PM MST |
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| The worse boss known to man |
It was two weeks before Christmas and the crazy crackhead CEO of a bull S*** credit repair company decided to do a mass firing of workers he deemed as unproductive. I worked at this job for six months and it was only because I had to pay my bills. The CEO walks in early one morning through call center area in his usual fast (super crack speed) speed into the back office. After some yelling in the office one of his lackeys came out of the office with a 300 yard stare in his eyes (and no he was not fired). He was told to start the mass firing.
Then it began with a young man who started less than a month ago. He was called into the back office by the CEO’s lackey. As he walked out of the office something in the air did not feel right. He walked over to his desk and took his things and walked out the building. Next, the lackey came over to a little old woman three seats to my right who was working at the company for the last 2 years. As the lackey approached, the old woman began to cry and saying, “I cannot believe you will fire me”. Started crying louder and started to talk about her family and how she was planning to use her meager pay check to provide a good holiday for children. After fifteen minutes of her pleading for her job she was forced out of the build in by the security.
That day at least nine employees got fired two weeks before Christmas. Needless to say, I did not stay at that company much longer.
Recently on the internet and noticed that company was listed as Fraudulent Credit Repair / Debt Consolidation Agencies.
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| Posted by mjones on 09/13/06 at 9:04 AM MST |
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| A "LOUD" mouth |
| I was working as a sales executive for a small advertising company in Los Angeles. And the problem was that my boss would yell at me in front of others regardless of how small the problem. He didn’t care where we were. He would just yell at me, use fowl language and I just felt very embarrassed. |
| Posted by jny on 09/11/06 at 7:11 PM MST |
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| Time to get postal! |
I got a new job in an adjoining state. I was running errands in the state and went to the post office to mail a package. When I went up to the window, they asked me to step out of line to fill out a postal form, and come back to the window when I was done. When I came back, another woman was approaching the window and got nasty with me because she thought I was trying to jump in front of her. We started to argue and I called her a bitch before I dropped off my package and left.
Three weeks later, I began my new job. My boss took me around to introduce me to the staff. Everyone seemed really nice. Then he took me to meet my assistant. It turned out to be the same woman that I called a bitch in the post office! She didn’t even recognize me! She was very nice to me and we work so well together now. We have even become close friends. Thank goodness she still doesn’t remember me from the post office that day! |
| Posted by jessiem on 09/11/06 at 12:45 PM MST |
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| My Best Friend! |
| I was close friends with one of my co-workers. She and I had a falling out one day and stopped speaking to one another. However, she began to harass me. She would purposely bump into me when I walked down the hall, shout nasty things to me when I got of the elevator, and tried to turn other co-workers against me. I felt like I was in high school again! After six months of being tortured by her, I left the company to go to grad school. On my last day of work, she wrote me a nice letter saying what a great friend I was and how much she was going to miss me. She even included a picture of herself! What a psycho! |
| Posted by Kelly Jackson on 09/11/06 at 12:08 AM MST |
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| My boss is a "dog" |
I went to a job interview at a magazine. The Editor in Chief greeted me at her home office with her barking dog nipping at my ankles. She made me pick up the dog to calm it down then the dog proceeded to jump on me all throughout the interview. By the time the interview ended, I had dog hair all over my black suit, but at least the dog had finally calmed down. Or so I thought. The Editor asked me to attend a meeting with her, and when we got up to leave, the dog chased me and bit me. The Editor responded by saying the dog had prior abandonment issues! In the cab ride to the meeting, the dog was standing on my arm while the Editor was on her cell phone. I was scared to move. I thought the dog might bite me again!
Against my better judgment, I took the job at the magazine and quickly realized what a mistake it was. The dog was the boss of the office. The dog had his own email address, and I received numerous emails from the dog throughout the day with paw prints attached. (I was allowed to work from home). The Editor had ADD so she often forgot what she told me to do, often changed her mind about my job responsibilities, therefore I never got any work done. They made me leave the office once when I was sick because her co-worker said the dog and the owner “couldn’t afford to get sick”! Needless to say, I quit after two weeks. Craziness! |
| Posted by anita62 on 9/5/2006 at 8:14 AM |
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| Verbal b**** slap! |
| I currently work at a job in New Jersey where the top boss is an a** h***. Almost every morning around 10am (almost like clockwork, once or twice a week) my boss calls his accountant into his lavish office. Once the accountant enters the room, the door closes. Then it begins. The boss begins to scream at the top of his lungs at the accountant for various issues. “You f***in idiot, I can’t believe you are such a fool, what the f*** is wrong with you”, and it goes on and on. The accountant never replies to the insults. He just sits there and takes it. I just sit in my cube and think to myself, if I was the accountant, the dude would get b***** slapped for talking to me that way. What a loser. |
| Posted by John Summers on 9/8/2006 at 03:26 PM |
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| The Principal |
The president of my company acts like a middle school principal. We are required to do attendance every morning – if you miss attendance, then you are considered to be late. We must be in at 8:55am to start the 9:00 am workday, and are not allowed to leave to get coffee, breakfast or anything else. Our lunch is strictly scheduled between 12 and 2 pm, no earlier and no later. We cannot leave a message if we will be out of the office – we are required to speak to at least one boss.
The president also sent out a dress code policy, with strict rules on what to wear. Most of us spend our day behind a computer but we must always be dressed up! She despises denim so no casual Fridays for us! She also sent around a meeting policy, telling us how to sit up straight, clean up after our self and not rest your head on your hand. What grade does she think we are in? |
| Posted by joanallen on 9/8/2006 at 10:14 AM |
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