Grrrrrrr.... Stupid People

Something I should have posted almost two weeks ago. I was tempted to just hit send after a complete tirade of I hate this fucking office, they all suck. I come in this morning, nothing much to do as usual with almost every single office I have worked in at Jolly Ol’ Purdue, where the University President is the second highest paid schmuck in the university system nationwide. I make $9.50 an hour, he makes $880,950 a year. A YEAR! WTF?! I guess after paying that bastard all the money, they could only afford $9.50 an hour. Nice! Isn’t it?

Anyhoo, this morning, I am coming in ON TIME because no one else in this office seems to know what their schedule is nor show much regard for what they have posted for student convenience. It’s always a craps shoot finding one of the two bosses in this office at any given time. I don’t like turning students away, dealing with irritated people because the prof isn’t there to talk to like the office hours said they would be. Lack of planning on anyone’s part does not constitute an emergency on my part. Big boss comes in, asks me if I have anything to do. Nope, that was yesterday. This morning, it was the same thing. She’s hard to read, doesn’t smile much, doesn’t express much, just is kinda there looking at you. I notice she makes some people nervous because she is like that.

I have recently adopted actually taking breaks away from my desk because I have found knitting to be an interest and I am not allowed to do it at my desk unless the office door is closed, like at lunch time… where I sit at my desk because there’s not break room in this building. It seems to be a theme for Purdue. No established break rooms, a sometimes break room in some buildings that can be yanked out from under your feet because someone decided to schedule a lunch meeting in that room. I especially liked getting bumped for two bible thumpers that schedule the room for two and expect you to be feel comfortable sitting in on it while you eat the food you didn’t say grace for. NOT!

Back to this morning, lots of tangents here. 9:30-ish rolls around, maybe it was closer to 10, or whenever boss number 2 decides to stroll on in. She just tells me, hey, we don’t have anything else for you to do, so go home after lunch. Don’t forget to turn in your keys. Oh and finish this before you go to lunch, I mean go home and don’t get paid indefinitely until you get places in another job somewhere else on campus. EH?! Thanks for the fucking warning you stupid ass biatch! Temp positions don’t grow on trees and definitely not this time of year when the semester is half over and winding down for any kind of need for a temp to fill in for a few weeks. SHIT! Bills to pay, stuff to do, stuff I coulda put off had I known I was gonna get the shaft. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Grrrrrrrr

SO there you have it, my rant for the day. I am not a happy camper. Time to go home for “lunch” now.

Tammolly ~Steaming mad

...So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin...