shellybelly
10-10-06, 08:14 PM
I swear i am going to kill this fucking asshole that I have to work with. He refuses to understand ENGLISH; he constantly wants to make a suggestion as to how something should be done differently; its impossible for him to complete a sentence in under an hour--ARRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
My supervisor has been on maternity leave for exactly ONE WEEK--that means that I am the one covering her duties plus mine til the first of next year--and I am having PROBLEMS!! For one thing I am not really a "people person"--I don't have time to beat around the bush about these claims--so therefore I come across as a complete bitch whenever someone asks me a question or wants my advice about something. For example we have a "pep meeting every morning at 9 am--this is to get all collection agents ready to face their day & COLLECT THOSE DOLLARS--yes it is as cheesy as it sounds--well this morning I'm standing in the front of the conference room with all these eyes on me doing my daily thing of "We have a target goal of 20 calls each today" I know that you can do it!! "Let's all work together to achieve this goal today" BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH This is when mr. stutter king raises his hand and asks "can I make a suggestion"--he has worked here what 3 weeks if its even been that long & he can't just do his damn job he has to feel important by making a suggestion--I say none of this I just say "yes Ed go ahead" So he proceeds to explain that when he worked with BB&T he received an email every morning with a detailed list of--at this time I blocked him out until I realized that there are 18 people sitting there waiting on a response from me when I say "Well Ed, this isn't BB&T; and I created those aging reports for the simple purpose of YOU having a list of exactly who to call each & every day" Ya'll I swear he sat there and looked at me like I was speaking in another language. His very next words were "well can I get a daily email or not" I just picked up all of my paperwork and walked out of the conference room--he has sent me 8 emails today requesting exactly what he requested in the meeting--I finally wrote him in BIG BOLD LETTERS-NO YOU WILL NOT BE RECEIVING ANY ADDITIONAL EMAILS; YOUR JOB DESCRIPTION HAS BEEN EXPLAINED TO YOU; YOUR DUTIES ARE & EXACTLY HOW TO PROCESS THOSE DUTIES. IF THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE THEN YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO LOOK FOR EMPLOYMENT ELSE WHERE!
I swear I am going to just loose it in a minute & kill him with my mouse or keyboard--I can see myself beating him to death with my keyboard or phone handset!!! A WAY TOOO graphic image that I really dont want but he is pushing all my damn buttons today!
Which makes me ask the questions WHY IN THE FOOK did I take this job in the first place? WHY IS GOD playing mind games with me?? WHAT DID I do to deserve this damn irritating man??
I need my Xanax scrip REFILLED & my damn doctor wants me to come in for an in-office consult before he will refill it again--the man just dosent understand that I can not drive 35 miles to his office; sit there for 45+minutes; pay his little $25 co-pay; drive back 35 miles; go to CVS & pay the $25 for the scrip--ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I AM LOSING MY DAMN MIND!!!!
Needless to say I am NOT having a good day!
My supervisor has been on maternity leave for exactly ONE WEEK--that means that I am the one covering her duties plus mine til the first of next year--and I am having PROBLEMS!! For one thing I am not really a "people person"--I don't have time to beat around the bush about these claims--so therefore I come across as a complete bitch whenever someone asks me a question or wants my advice about something. For example we have a "pep meeting every morning at 9 am--this is to get all collection agents ready to face their day & COLLECT THOSE DOLLARS--yes it is as cheesy as it sounds--well this morning I'm standing in the front of the conference room with all these eyes on me doing my daily thing of "We have a target goal of 20 calls each today" I know that you can do it!! "Let's all work together to achieve this goal today" BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH This is when mr. stutter king raises his hand and asks "can I make a suggestion"--he has worked here what 3 weeks if its even been that long & he can't just do his damn job he has to feel important by making a suggestion--I say none of this I just say "yes Ed go ahead" So he proceeds to explain that when he worked with BB&T he received an email every morning with a detailed list of--at this time I blocked him out until I realized that there are 18 people sitting there waiting on a response from me when I say "Well Ed, this isn't BB&T; and I created those aging reports for the simple purpose of YOU having a list of exactly who to call each & every day" Ya'll I swear he sat there and looked at me like I was speaking in another language. His very next words were "well can I get a daily email or not" I just picked up all of my paperwork and walked out of the conference room--he has sent me 8 emails today requesting exactly what he requested in the meeting--I finally wrote him in BIG BOLD LETTERS-NO YOU WILL NOT BE RECEIVING ANY ADDITIONAL EMAILS; YOUR JOB DESCRIPTION HAS BEEN EXPLAINED TO YOU; YOUR DUTIES ARE & EXACTLY HOW TO PROCESS THOSE DUTIES. IF THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE THEN YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME TO LOOK FOR EMPLOYMENT ELSE WHERE!
I swear I am going to just loose it in a minute & kill him with my mouse or keyboard--I can see myself beating him to death with my keyboard or phone handset!!! A WAY TOOO graphic image that I really dont want but he is pushing all my damn buttons today!
Which makes me ask the questions WHY IN THE FOOK did I take this job in the first place? WHY IS GOD playing mind games with me?? WHAT DID I do to deserve this damn irritating man??
I need my Xanax scrip REFILLED & my damn doctor wants me to come in for an in-office consult before he will refill it again--the man just dosent understand that I can not drive 35 miles to his office; sit there for 45+minutes; pay his little $25 co-pay; drive back 35 miles; go to CVS & pay the $25 for the scrip--ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I AM LOSING MY DAMN MIND!!!!
Needless to say I am NOT having a good day!