Satisfaction is…..

Complaining to your boss at the Bank Investment department for 6
months that the workload was unbearable: Eleven major deadlines in an
8-hour day, handling nearly 1 Billion USD in trust investments each
day, taking loads of work home to do on the computer (which was
technically a no-no).

Finally, I quit. Two months later, I visited the old department to
see TWO people working my old job, at over twice the original expense
of my one position.

THAT’S satisfaction!

I have worked at the same company for a period of 2 years. During
that time I have been asked to go home and change once due to the
fact that my shorts were “too revealing” for the consumers. Since that
time I have worked under a rather inappropriately dressed “supervisor”
(I use the term loosely). She is not only a repeat offender of wearing
leggings as pants but she dresses as tho she is heading out for the
evening to the club; not heading into work. Her “pants” are often so
tight that her camel toe is often the subject of several water cooler
conversations. Not to mention that she is on the heavy side. Nobody
can seem to understand how she gets away with such horrible and very
revealing outfits without any consequences. To top it off; shes a
complete bitch. She’s the type of “boss” that sits on her very fat
ass all day and does nothing until one of us employee’s make a
mistake then she is all over us yelling and screaming about being
irresponsible and how she has to “do everything” despite her utter
lack of supervisory skills.

This one day I had a particularly interesting interaction with her.
She had come into the employee office to ask if one of us could read
over a form letter she had drafted to be sent out to consumers. As I
tried to peel my eyes away from the roll of fat pouring over her jean
leggings I gladly accepted her request. Upon reading through her form
letter I realized that she was completley illiterate! She had phrases
without periods or any punctuation at all on a few and literally every
other word was mispelled. When I say mispelled I mean that my 19 month
old son could’ve spelled these words better. I respectfully noted the
changes in red pen and she went to “rewrite it”. She returned a
short time later and again….disaster! It appeared as tho a Hellen
Keller wrote this letter! She asked me with an extremely
condescending attitude “Is this cool now?” I glanced at the
butchered English language and handed it back to her and stated
“perfect” and thanked my lucky stars for having a mirror at home and
the ability to use spell check.

So I worked for the smiley face store one year over the holiday as a
cashier.

I came to work after two brutal finals and my brain was fried.
Somehow my drawer was short so they wrote me up, a part of the write
up was to say what I was going to do so that it didn’t happen again.
I wrote I would not be so cocky next time, I was told that it was
inappropriate to write the word cocky because if you take off the y
then it’s an offensive word.

I was happy when my six weeks of hell were up.

I’m an in-house graphic designer/marketing director for a small
business. I do most of my work from home, so it stands to reason that
there needs to be a fair amount of telephone correspondence between my
boss and myself. It isn’t the number of calls from him that bother me,
but rather, their lack of relevance. A typical call from him plays out
like this one, which I received just a few minutes ago:

(phone rings)

Me: Hello?

Boss: Hey.

Me: Hi.

Boss: What’s up?

Me: I don’t know, you called me.

Boss: Yeah. Did you get my email yesterday?

Me: Which email? I received several from you yesterday.

Boss: Uh… I don’t know. I’d have to look at the draft.

Me. (silent)

Boss: What the hell did I call you for?

Me: I’m really not sure.

Boss: Ok. Bye.

I work at a large candy company as local salesmen. We have a regional
salesman above me who unfortunately spends most of his time at our
office. To keep this short and simple, he was fired because of his
fetish. He would sneak pictures via his camera phone of female
coworkers’ feet. He uploaded them all over his computer, which was
discovered by the IT department who recognized his wife’s shoes (she
was our receptionist) in a picture during a virus removal process.
There were stories that the regional salesman would spend time in his
personal bathroom with his laptop but that may just be here-say.
Either way, leave your fetishes at home pal, well now he is since he
got the guillotine from work.

I worked in a quality assurance lab right as I got out of college. I
knew right off the bat that I wouldn’t like it but I needed to pay
bills. The “lab” was absolutley disgusting. It’s supposed to be clean
but it was far from it. Granted the environment made cleanliness
difficult (it was at a coke facility which required buring a lot of
coal) yet it seemed that there was little attempt to maintain the
lab. I dealt with the job until I was accepted for a research based
position, but my boss behaved in a fairly unorthodoxed manner on my
last day.

My boss took myself as well as two new employees out to lunch on my
last day. We were enjoying the lunch when he told me to call a
certain individual an “asshole” and walk out. Well my problem was
that the said individual never gave me any flack. In fact, he was one
of the nicest individuals at the facility and it took me a’back. I
brushed it off with meager conversation about other people I didn’t
like at the lab (it was my last day and I knew I wouldn’t return).

After lunch, I was working on a solids analysis when I got a random
call. Turns out it was my boss telling me to call the said employee
an asshole. This boss is the same individual who continually moaned
to me about his oppressive workload and how he was barely able to
manage it. I was expecting at least some sort of professionalism, but
nothing this absurd.

The shock was too much for me to take. I finished my work and left
two hours before my shift without saying a word to anyone.

After this, I was still paid for 80 hours of work. My new job is
much, MUCH better!