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#Work rant
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It has been that the worst week I have had since I taught in the hood. I am so sick of this covid generation who are the sleaziest, most self absorbed, rudest, most assinine, idiotic bunch I've ever had the misfortune if having to educate.
Every day I hear them calling each other gay, calling each other furries, calling each other black boy as a put-down, calling each other black monkeys and they put down, making pornographic moans at the top of their lungs in class in the middle of discussions or when I'm trying to teach, singing in the middle of class whenever the thought hits them, having no idea what courtesy or kindness or respect is and not wanting to know either.
I had a 10 year old boy in the sleaziest voice imaginable offer me a piece of his big banana and something sticky to go with it. I reported it to the principal but of course nothing happened and the asst principal actually found it incredibly amusing.
When nothing was done I got so angry I confronted the kid myself and told him if he ever spoke like that to me again I would be sicking my husband on him. And then *I* got in trouble and was told not to say anything that would make his parents mad.
I have a kid who thinks he is Magic Mike and wants to dance around the class shaking his privates at everybody including me. When I have told his mother this she tells me but it's so funny when he does it at home and his sisters find it so entertaining.
It is not entertaining when this kid who is taller than me is shaking his junk in my face when I am trying to lecture.
I can't use any type of videos because either they are made fun of because they are too cringey or I have Magic Mike dancing to the music and everyone's looking at him instead of the video.
They can't play kahoot or Quizlet because if I forget to put on the random nickname generator then I get names like: bigdaddy69 or urmomisgay.
These are 10 year olds.
I have one class where I have yet to teach a fully lesson because I spend 25 of the 45 minutes repeating the words 'stop talking' and 'get quiet' and yet the instant I open up my mouth to try and teach again everyone begins to talk.
I live in constant fear of snapping one day and screaming "Shut the f*** up!!" & losing my job.
The most the principal will do is come in in a very mousy voice tell them "You need to respect yourself and others."
Meanwhile they are spitting on each other, saying things to each other that we get them shot if they were to say it to a stranger on the street, saying the most racist, sexist things you can imagine and nothing is being done.
I am so burnt out.
The parents refuse to buy school supplies so the school has to provide them and the students treat them like disposable garbage. They have decimated two huge boxes of markers by disemboweling them, throwing them at each other and then leaving them on the floors with the tops off, or stealing them. And I have gone through about 700 pencils since August because they never keep them or keep up with them. They borrow them they immediately ripped their erasers off and throw them at each other and then either they are left on the floor for me to trip over, they are taken and never returned, or they are broken and the next day every single one of the 90 students show up again without a pencil which I have to provide them.
I feel dirty when I come home.
Nothing I say is being heard. I'm not teaching , no one is listening, and to do this for 90 kids a day, everyday, when all you are is a verbal punching bag is beyond my ability to deal with.
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thepromiscuousfinger · 5 months
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Tfw you're running on fumes and your coworker gives you the wonderful idea of chugging an energy drink then taking a 10-15min nap to recharge. Bless them 🙏
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moonsnightowl · 3 months
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My overly enthusiastic younger workmate: "I want to work extra!" "I want to do something even if they don't give us a task!!" "I want to do some market research after work hours.. at night!!!"
Me:
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colekatrine · 3 months
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Work rants 😂
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rawjoy · 1 month
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just a rant post about my manager (feel free to give input) but every time she comes up to talk to me and says hey i say hi back and turn my attention to her (obviously bc she needs to talk to me/tell me about something) and she always looks intensely into my eyes for a second and laughs and is like “you okay??” and i’m like “yeah…” since i’m confused as to why im being asked and she’s like “you all there??” or “you awake?” (disbelievingly?) and laughs again and i have to be like “yes! haha” but its happened almost this exact way like 5 different times and i have no idea what she thinks i look like or why she thinks somethings wrong…. like is it resting autism face or lack of sustained eye contact i legit dont know.. and its so fucking awkward because i always avert my eyes several times while we’re having this interaction because i hate the eye contact but then i become hyperaware of how that comes off as lying or hiding something even though i dont mean anything by it which then scares me because she must think im…. lying?? acting weird?? i dont know NONE OF IT MAKES SENSE TO ME i think im just looking at her normally but every interaction is stressful
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cinnbar-bun · 28 days
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Work is so fun!!! I love love loooooooove my admin!!! I looooooove my hr!!! I love love love my colleagues!!!! My job is soooooooo fun because after this anxiety inducing and borderline degrading treatment with garbage pay I get a slice of pizza (maybe) at the end of the year!!! 💖
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guarddogdyke · 6 months
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alright, i need to scream for a minute. this is like 25% a mutual aid post and 75% i am going through it and need to vent my ungodly rage at corporate bureaucracy
so, for context, i have two supervisors, i’ll call them supervisor a and supervisor m. supervisor m is a delight to work with, she was able to help me get a good placement, albeit not one with an incredible pay rate, she always picks up calls, and is just generally polite to work with. supervisor a, on the other hand, complete opposite. just a massive pain in the ass. completely and totally insufferable. always sounds like he’s mad that i, a lowly employee, have the audacity to ask him for something like a site placement or, god forbid, the money i’m owed. the only “placement” he gave me was the one that decided that they didn’t fucking want me literally the day of training, and in order to contact him, i had to call several times a day for a week and a half just to get him to pick up. the one time he did actually pick up, he was on the road and told me he’d call me back in half an hour. didn’t hear from him for over a week.
during the failed placement supervisor a gave me, the site manager promised me wages for the time i had spent on site. that was a few weeks ago, and i still haven’t seen a cent of it. i talked to supervisor m about it, but unfortunately, supervisor m doesn’t have any sway over payroll. that’s entire supervisor a’s department. try to contact him repeatedly, doesn’t even pick up. i was on a call with supervisor m a few days ago, and along with some other questions, i asked her if she could tell supervisor a to please give me a call, which she says okay to. several days go by, and i get a call from him yesterday afternoon. i think, hey, he’s finally calling me to help resolve that payroll issue!
nope. he’s calling me to tell me that, due to having been inactive for over a month (i was out of state for a few months bc i was home from university, and unlike the state my university’s in, my home state requires a license to operate), my previous manager had put a temporary termination on me as an employee; basically, though i wasn’t fired, i was technically no longer an employee. what this means is that i need updated fingerprinting and background check paperwork. essentially, even though i had my first weekend last weekend, i can’t work this weekend, or until he’s able to actually get that in order, and, given how fucking great he is at being prompt, god only knows when that’s happening. i asked him to send me the info for the location, still hasn’t done that so i get to hound him again today. cool.
while i’m on the call, i bring up the payroll discrepancy. he fucking plays dumb with me, acts confused as to what i’m talking about. i tell him that the site manager at the location he’d sent me to had promised me wages for the five and a half hours i’d been there for training. i had to remind him in no uncertain terms that yes, i had been on site working for several hours, which i hadn’t seen a cent of payment for. here i am, a broke college student, arguing for my pay with a supervisor of a several billion dollar multi-national. it’s not even a hundred dollars i’m trying to get here, pennies in his book, but for me, it’s half a monthly car payment. it’s food. it’s what i need to fucking scrape by. eventually after several minutes, he just says he’ll get me the pay for it, and then hangs up.
i had to fight for several WEEKS to get a payment of less than $100.
i’m so fucking tired.
sorry for the long post. i’d love to go back to posting fun horny shit once i’m a little less keyed up.
as always, vnmo is $unfoundobjects, and anything helps. if you’ve read this far, thank you for putting up with my rant.
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Morning losers 💕
9:01am EST
I’m ready to fucking square up. I live on the same property I work on so I can never escape work…EVER
The amount of shit I have to do while doing everyone else’s job is fucking ridiculous. I’m fucking harassed on my days off EVEN when I’m OUT OF THE COUNTRY!
Ughhhhhhhhhh…anyways I’m making pancakes and screaming into the void
Hope you have a better Sunday than I’m about to have
Remember
You are loved
You are wanted
Take your meds
Drink your water
Be kind to yourself
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oddishfeeling · 8 months
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the manager i report to doesn’t take me seriously. she tokenizes me & positions herself as someone who is so understanding & progressive. when i do a good job and customers compliment me (sometimes in trades like at the farmers market) she insinuates that it’s only bc they want to have sex with me. she doesn’t think i could actually just be helpful or kind or whatever.
she relates her experiences of growing up red haired & freckled to actual racist discrimination & does this in earnest. she plays favorites with people she can control or feels like she can control. it’s very obvious to me that she doesn’t know what to “do” with me because i don’t kiss her ass & i’m not naive & moldable.
i wish these things didn’t have to matter as much as they feel like they do right now, i wanted a part time job for some income while i finish school, but it’s making me so resentful that these issues are starting to assert themselves in bigger ways. i always run in to these weird problems at my jobs. jobs that do not pay me enough and dont treat me like a person. like maybe i’m aiming too low. maybe i need to aim higher. some people can do customer service & hospitality no problem. but i have always experienced some weird discrimination or inappropriate behavior. & it always stems from racism & sexual harassment. always. and i’m tired.
it shouldn’t be this taxing to work part time at a bakery. this job is supposed to be basically a non factor outside of clocking in and out. and so it’s really frustrating when it boils down to these issues bc i’m forced to choose between self respect and a literal paycheck every time. and when i choose myself i pay those repercussions. i lose out. and i’m tired. i want a new experience. i want new options. i need new options. it chips away at my self esteem every time. i am the only woman of color at this job. i’m neurodiverse. i’ve been out of meds for a week & there’s no telling when they’ll be refilled. but i need money. and i have skillsets and the natural aptitude to be helpful. i���m a fast learner and i’m reliable. i’m curious and i enjoy working and collaborating with others. i have a unique perspective and eye for creative solutions. i have gifts to offer the world. and i’m done accepting peanuts from the same type of people over and over and over and over again. and i’m ready for something else!!!! i’ll do something different. i can change, universe!! i’m ready!!!!
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I would give so much if customers stopped giving me a sob story just to get around to telling me what they actually need help with.
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moonsnightowl · 14 days
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My workmates trying to stop me from snapping at our manager today
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spellshite · 22 days
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I love how the office internet connection has to crash when I'm alone on shift.
And everything works only online, so I can't check bookings nor let people pay with card or check emails or anything.
FUCKING SHIT FUCK
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tondw0o · 1 month
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xieyaohuan · 2 months
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It is finally happening and I’ll be flying back and forth between Europe and America twice within the same week next month 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️. I’m trying to figure out if I can avoid the additional trip and just stay in the US, but things are not looking great on that front. This is why our planet can’t have nice things, I guess.
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idungoofed · 4 months
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Note to self: do not present as competent and willing to do a good job at work because all management will do is suck the life out of you for it
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roguekhajiit · 2 months
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A man walked up to me today with his peen hanging out.
I'm a mail carrier on a highway contracted route in Alaska. I do work for the USPS, but I'm not employed with them. These are routes that are too spread out and too rural even for the USPS employed rural carriers, so they contract these routes out to independent carriers like us.
So, that's what I was doing today when I got an eye full of a 50 yr old penis. This is how it happened.
I pull up to a stop, and since this particular stop was what I consider to be the halfway point of my route, I decided to check my email. I was waiting for something important and I didn't want to miss it. I wasn't even there a minute when I looked up to see a big white truck pull up in front of my little Forester.
I decided, ok, I'll wait a little more and proceed to mess around on my phone while this dude gets out of his truck and goes to check his mail.
He gets back into his truck, and I wait another minute, but he doesn't leave. OK, I think to myself, maybe he decided to read his mail before he drives off. So, I get out, grab the next bundle of mail, and pull the arrow key out of my pocket to open the first CBU (Cluster Box Unit), and I start delivering the mail all the while I'm acutely aware of everything around me. I'm delivering mail on the side of a highway with only my car to shield me from the traffic going by 20 mph over the posted speed limit. By now I can tell by the sounds of the tires on each car if they are just driving past me or if they are going to stop behind my car and ask me some inane question like "Do you have anything for me?" You're a complete stranger to me. Am I supposed to know who you are? But on this particular day, the traffic on that road was nearly non-existent
Since he hasn't left yet, I decided to deliver the mail to each CBU before I even start on the packages. I don't care that he's sitting there as long as he stays in his truck. I get halfway done with the third unit when I hear his truck door open again. I can hear the snow crunch under his feet as he approaches me. So, I close up the CBU all the while mentally preparing myself for yet another stupid question. He doesn't disappoint, either. Upon seeing that I closed up the CBU, he asks, "I guess I have to go get my key then?" I turn to answer him and tell him that yes, he needs his key to get his mail when I see something that I never once saw in all my seven years of working retail.
Don't get me wrong, though, I've seen a lot of shit working retail. Some of it even included actual shit. But seeing a grown ass man piss himself in the produce section while snacking on grapes still could not mentally prepare me for what I saw today.
This man stood there and asked me if I finished delivering the mail for box #5 all the while free ballin with his little Vienna sausage poking out of his fully unzipped and unbuttoned pants. It was roughly 20 degrees outside today. How could he not feel his Vienna sausage shrivel up like a piece of Jerky?
I quickly told him no and finished locking up the CBU. Then, as he was walking back to his truck to get his key, I walked back to my own vehicle and fully noped the fuck outta there. It didn't matter that I hadn't finished delivering the letters, nor did it matter that I never even started delivering the parcels. I just had to get away from there. I circled back, of course, after completing all the other stops on that street. But I found he was still sitting there in his truck. So I passed the stop up again.
Later, after all my other stops had been completed, I would circle back one more time to find he finally vacated that stop. The folks got their mail and packages, just a little bit later than usual, thanks to their free ballin neighbor.
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