I can’t pay my bills because my new boss decided we didn’t need an in-house I.T. person. Forget that I’ve been at this organization for over ten years, have almost 30 years in the business and am only paid about 60% of the market rate for my role. Forget that I have been a one-person I.T., E.H. and S., Telecommunications and Facilities department plus doing all the document control and a million other things. This narcissistic pig was Board Chair before they became an “interim” Executive Director when my former boss quit (or was forced out, nobody’s talking about it) and although I’ve been well supported by the last three E.D.’s they whacked another 30% off my salary – and now I report to the asshole. Sure – it’s all about “economizing” so today they demanded I get rid of a perfectly good conference table that was worth well over $2500 because they didn’t like the color of the legs. Then we have knock-down drag-out discussions for hours over something that costs fifty bucks. I’ve been loyal and dependable as fuck, have always pushed myself well beyond my limitations and busted my ass being on call 24/7.
I’m getting slaughtered because one person that doesn’t know jack fucking shit goat a $120K a year job literally handed to them without the board even looking for qualified candidates. Somehow they got the impression that I.T. Managers are nothing more than slime-sucking pukes and that is how I am being treated. I live every day in intense and unmitigated physical pain from several degenerative diseases and the stress is fucking untenable. Yet, they give me this “You look tired – is there anything I can do for your?” bullshit while they demand that everything in the office be moved, changed or thrown out for no reason. All I can do is daydream about somebody pounding the shit out of this asshole with a ball bat to combat the anxiety. My life was nothing but a constant stream of shit sandwiches before this collection of syphilitic drippings from a Mongolian grudge fuck took over and now I am pounding the pavement trying to find another job that doesn’t exist while I watch my self becoming homeless.
Why can’t this jerk-off get a karma missile flown up their ass? Why do mother fucking dick-spits like this saunter around shitting all over other people and get to live high on the hog?
I don’t get it.
I’ll never understand it.
I’ll never accept it.
And I’ll never stop wanting the opportunity to put a bullet in my head.
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That’s the Corporate World at its finest. I hope you land on your feet… No doubt, you will.
Don’t kill yourself, kill your boss =D
Because life has never kicked his ass. People don’t understand suffering until they’ve experienced it.
This is typical, some bastard comes in thinking he knows best, kicks out staff on the grounds of economising and then realises his mistake when he discovers the role was necessary, but then, what does this little shit care, he’s got a job at the end of it, so fucking annoying.
I work for the government where it is nearly impossible to fire anyone unless they kill somebody. There are a lot of people in my office who surf the web all day instead of actually working, and they get paid the same amount as those of us who bust our butts to produce.
I lol’d, as you sound familiar. This was funny too “Why can’t this jerk-off get a karma missile flown up their ass? “.
You’re in I.T? Hack the network before you leave? Kiddie porn in up? Create the karma missile
Mongolian grudge fuck may be the most hardcore thing I’ve ever heard.
I think I just found my band name. Either that or “Vehement Shoelace Salesmen”.