i want to say “shove it!” so bad it hurts. but with the job market being what it is, it’s hard to chunk up the deuce and say “peace ninjas!” to the job.

here’s the thing. i work at a collections agency (yeah i know. but it’s a job.) when i moved to the administrative department, there were 6 other girls here. we all had different tasks to work as well as some group stuff.  ok, 1 quit. 1 was mutually let go (thank goodness!) 1 was about to be fired but got a heads up and quit. ok… then that left 4 of us. 1 was the owner’s wife.  she was here because she was bored. then her kid started getting into trouble at school and he blamed her for not being at home. whatever ninja! so she’s gone.

theeeeen the old owner sold the company.  get a new owner. yay! hold on there… it ain’t all gravy. so now we are at 3 girls.  one is about to bounce because he husband got a job in another city. but she’s tryna drop a bomb on them so don’t tell. ok… then the other girl goes part time cause her kid can’t read and she refuses to believe that something could be wrong with him and it’s all the teacher’s fault that her kid is a phuckup. anyway. so then the same bug-a-boo drops the bomb that she is leaving. HUH! yeah do the math. that leaves 1 person left in a department.  ONE! ME! the long fucking ranger! ok. ok… don’t panic. so instead of them trying to get someone in here to be trained before these 2 bounce, they want to lolly gag. the fuck??? so the last girl’s final day is in may. we don’t get a new person until july. and she was TROUBLE! she kept getting sick… and missing days… and lying… and coming in late… and having personal issues… until they finally fired her. didn’t last an entire year. sooo its back to me and my manager. then this mofo decides to get married. yay! whatever! uh… i’m by myself for 2 weeks… at the end of the month. . having to run month end… by myself.. which i’ve never done with someone holding my hand. and he’s in the middle of the damn atlantic ocean hopefully with sunburn on his balls while i am pulling my weave tracks out! ok i survived it. we get a part time person. better than nothing. only she’s not to help me out… it’s to help out the big bossman. the fuck… again!  but check it… she was only at the job for 6 months! she was a college student working part time until her “real” job started! so we get another one.  same situation except she’s able to help me out! yay! but she left in december.

so i’ve been on my own.  then guess what?  they decide to take away my manager!  just gave him to the collection floor ebola monkeys because they can’t seem to get along with the manager that they have.  and they are sooooo sickening with it!  they act like they can’t breath unless he is right there looking at them. bunch of fucking idiots! and i don’t mean that lightly.  they are IDIOTS! they ask questions over shit that they have learned in training! and they are not new people. collections is not that damn hard. dial a number, ask to speak to a person, get that person on the phone and tell them what they owe.  so easy a caveman could do it! but these frog assed face people act like they are performing brain surgery and need help with it!

so anyway, big bossman says he knows i’m overworked. and he feels so bad that i don’t have any help.  so his solution? tickets to a basketball game here and there and he’ll convince his mother in fucking law to come and help me out. i’ve met his mother in law.  sweet as sugar…. but old as belly button lint! the hell! and then she only comes in for a few days a month for about 3 or 4 hours! pleeease tell me how in the blue moon hell is that helping me out! oh! i get to work over time!  yup! all the work i can do from home… oh please feel free to work like a dog from the comfort of your own home! well fuck you massa! thanks but i have a life outside of the damn job!

siiiigh! yes i should be glad that i’m still getting a paycheck. and i am. and yeah i should be glad that i can work overtime. and i am. but this crap here is for the birds!