So I'm a little less worried today. I finally had a reaction to the shit at work, albeit a frighteningly calm one. Here's the scenario: Since Tuesday morning, say 8:00 I have not slept more than 2 hours straight. I'd say 30 minute spurts are the norm. Point blank: I'm fuckin' delirious right now. Anyhoo, I work for a non-profit and one of the counselors here decided it would be a good idea to come out of her fat fucking face a few weeks ago regarding my job responsibilites. I gave her the kiss my ass face and kept right on trucking. I did, however, ask my supervisor to detail my job description regarding this matter to which my bosslady sent a memo round letting everyone know what was and was not the kid's responsibility.
The beef is over drug screenings that we do twice a week. The screening requisition forms must be labeled with the client's information and the collection bottles must be labeled much the same way before placement in a sample bag. Generally the duty was split, with me labeling the forms, folding them into quarters and then inserting them in the plastic pouches (see how I use my brain all day yall?) and then handing over the bags to the counselor who had in the meantime labled the bottles to be inserted into the bag with the corresponding form.
No sweat... except when a bitch like me gotta step out of the office and a lazy fat bitch like her doesn't feel that I should and follows me down to the elevator asking who was gonna do the forms. My answer? "The fuck if I know, but I got shit to do." I am not the only member of the front office staff, get someone else to do it, I'm entitled to my hour and it's entirely up to me when I take it. So I do me and when I come back, this fucking study in obesity tells me with that fake ass "I'm joking but I mean this shit bitch" smile on her face telling me I did her wrong. I basically told her that was enough shit to stuff up her gigantic ass because when she has to take care of her shit I don't say she's done a damn thing to me.
Anyway, my boss sends out an email letting people know that half the shit I been doing on tox days ain't my bag unfortunately my boss made it seem like I shouldn't be involved with tox screens at all and a heifer yelled whoopee. Tox day came around and I sat on my cute ass and watched them at work. That was yesterday morning.
Yesterday afternoon the staypuffedchocolatemarshmellowbitch sends an email to my boss complaining about the change in policy citing my tendency to do whatever the fuck I want during the day and in light of that fact it should not be too much for me to be asked for me to do my job! My boss was kind enough to cc everyone in the clinic with her response including the initial e-mail. My boss reiterated that it was NOT my responsibility to change my fucking name to Kizzy, however, your's truly is in the process of creating a pre-fab labeling system that would make everybody's day less of a giant clusterfuck. My boss did relent a bit and set out that I would continue to be responsible for putting the labels on the forms but that was IT. Ha, fuck you, fold em and stuff em yourself you big bitch.
Like I blogged yesterday, I didn't react. Not a peep. I didn't even feel like it. It was odd but I went with it. I stroll the fuck in this morning, late as usual to find in my box a response to my bosses e-mail saying something along the lines of asking my boss to make sure the front office is clear about their responsibilities and completing them in a timely fashion!
The beef is over drug screenings that we do twice a week. The screening requisition forms must be labeled with the client's information and the collection bottles must be labeled much the same way before placement in a sample bag. Generally the duty was split, with me labeling the forms, folding them into quarters and then inserting them in the plastic pouches (see how I use my brain all day yall?) and then handing over the bags to the counselor who had in the meantime labled the bottles to be inserted into the bag with the corresponding form.
No sweat... except when a bitch like me gotta step out of the office and a lazy fat bitch like her doesn't feel that I should and follows me down to the elevator asking who was gonna do the forms. My answer? "The fuck if I know, but I got shit to do." I am not the only member of the front office staff, get someone else to do it, I'm entitled to my hour and it's entirely up to me when I take it. So I do me and when I come back, this fucking study in obesity tells me with that fake ass "I'm joking but I mean this shit bitch" smile on her face telling me I did her wrong. I basically told her that was enough shit to stuff up her gigantic ass because when she has to take care of her shit I don't say she's done a damn thing to me.
Anyway, my boss sends out an email letting people know that half the shit I been doing on tox days ain't my bag unfortunately my boss made it seem like I shouldn't be involved with tox screens at all and a heifer yelled whoopee. Tox day came around and I sat on my cute ass and watched them at work. That was yesterday morning.
Yesterday afternoon the staypuffedchocolatemarshmellowbitch sends an email to my boss complaining about the change in policy citing my tendency to do whatever the fuck I want during the day and in light of that fact it should not be too much for me to be asked for me to do my job! My boss was kind enough to cc everyone in the clinic with her response including the initial e-mail. My boss reiterated that it was NOT my responsibility to change my fucking name to Kizzy, however, your's truly is in the process of creating a pre-fab labeling system that would make everybody's day less of a giant clusterfuck. My boss did relent a bit and set out that I would continue to be responsible for putting the labels on the forms but that was IT. Ha, fuck you, fold em and stuff em yourself you big bitch.
Like I blogged yesterday, I didn't react. Not a peep. I didn't even feel like it. It was odd but I went with it. I stroll the fuck in this morning, late as usual to find in my box a response to my bosses e-mail saying something along the lines of asking my boss to make sure the front office is clear about their responsibilities and completing them in a timely fashion!
I sat down in front of my outlook box and this is what came out:
***The names have been changed to prevent me from getting my ass kicked if one of this fat bitch's kids ever reads this blog and takes offence that their mother is a fuckin melvin***
Ms. Fucking Wilderbeast,
While I fully appreciate that you sought clarification regarding my responsibilities, I find it quite unsettling that your tone purports that I routinely shirk my duties on days that toxicology screens are taken. A misunderstanding as to exactly what I am required to do is quite understandable, but I take exception to your statement "I see front office staff spending hours online in the chat room and taking care of other personal business so is it really too much to ask for a little help with the paperwork on urine days twice a week?" insinuating that I have not regularly done my part. During the year that I have been employed by this agency, I have not only placed the labels on the toxicology screening forms, dated them, folded them and placed them in the outer pockets of the sample bags, but often have gone on to assist with the labeling of the bottles and assembling of complete toxicology sample packages as necessitated by the clinic's being short of staff or the late arrival of clients. Not intending to offend, but I sincerely believe that these personal pursuits of mine that you so eloquently allude to, remain the concern of my direct supervisor, freeing your attention to focus solely on your own workload. While you seemed perturbed that I had to leave the office last week for my own reasons, (which was balanced by the use of my allotted one hour lunch) as evidenced by your following me to the elevator as I exited the facility asking who would do the labels as if I were the only label-affixer on site, to your falsely jocular statement that I "did you wrong today with the urines" when I returned to my post, I am confused as well and forced to ask, is it too much to ask that as a team we pick up the slack left by the absence of a co-worker? My "chat room" visits and "personal business" have, to my knowledge, never hampered your productivity or speed on toxicology days. If it had, you were certainly most welcome to bring it to my attention long before the policy change that prompted an e-mail addressed to our director.
I feel this matter would have been better discussed in either a meeting between the involved parties or a roundtable forum such as the monthly all-staff meeting, instead of a somewhat scathing e-mail hinting at my shirked duties. However, having been brought to my attention, I strongly assure you, as well as the rest of the YonJob clinical staff, that short of my absence from the office, you will have my assistance on days that we are required to do tox screens, as has so far, been the norm. Should you require any further assistance or clarification as to my progress with a new bottle labeling system or any other aspect of this matter, I would be happy to meet with both you and Ms. Boss at your convenience.
Regards,
Mala
While I fully appreciate that you sought clarification regarding my responsibilities, I find it quite unsettling that your tone purports that I routinely shirk my duties on days that toxicology screens are taken. A misunderstanding as to exactly what I am required to do is quite understandable, but I take exception to your statement "I see front office staff spending hours online in the chat room and taking care of other personal business so is it really too much to ask for a little help with the paperwork on urine days twice a week?" insinuating that I have not regularly done my part. During the year that I have been employed by this agency, I have not only placed the labels on the toxicology screening forms, dated them, folded them and placed them in the outer pockets of the sample bags, but often have gone on to assist with the labeling of the bottles and assembling of complete toxicology sample packages as necessitated by the clinic's being short of staff or the late arrival of clients. Not intending to offend, but I sincerely believe that these personal pursuits of mine that you so eloquently allude to, remain the concern of my direct supervisor, freeing your attention to focus solely on your own workload. While you seemed perturbed that I had to leave the office last week for my own reasons, (which was balanced by the use of my allotted one hour lunch) as evidenced by your following me to the elevator as I exited the facility asking who would do the labels as if I were the only label-affixer on site, to your falsely jocular statement that I "did you wrong today with the urines" when I returned to my post, I am confused as well and forced to ask, is it too much to ask that as a team we pick up the slack left by the absence of a co-worker? My "chat room" visits and "personal business" have, to my knowledge, never hampered your productivity or speed on toxicology days. If it had, you were certainly most welcome to bring it to my attention long before the policy change that prompted an e-mail addressed to our director.
I feel this matter would have been better discussed in either a meeting between the involved parties or a roundtable forum such as the monthly all-staff meeting, instead of a somewhat scathing e-mail hinting at my shirked duties. However, having been brought to my attention, I strongly assure you, as well as the rest of the YonJob clinical staff, that short of my absence from the office, you will have my assistance on days that we are required to do tox screens, as has so far, been the norm. Should you require any further assistance or clarification as to my progress with a new bottle labeling system or any other aspect of this matter, I would be happy to meet with both you and Ms. Boss at your convenience.
Regards,
Mala
Why do people fuck with me early the fuck in the morning when; I still got massive amounts of shit to do, I haven't had enough sleep, too much caffine and not enough to eat? Why?
6 comments:
that was uh cole-bluh-huh-ded!! unfortunately i think you used too many multi-syllabic words for that docent.
Perhpas they are impressed by your vocab and want to present every opportunity for you to demonstrate your prowess
Hilarious post.
I work in the non-profit MUSEUM industry and it's a trip 1/2... dealing with egos, and everyone trying to pretend to be boss, irrelevant heads trying to delegate authority to people who aren't even in their departamental jurisdiction.
Work sucks... and it's a daily struggle for me not to curse colleagues out the way I'd like to. Customer Service, customer services... cus...to..mer... ser...viiiice.
whatever...
I would like to say thank you to the faceless ones that leave their mark...
Amadeo, I don't think they understand enough of my *ahem* prowes to be impressed by it. I think they just be plain ole dumb.
Sassy honey, I try, boy do I try.
Coffey you good, I just cuss em out and take the lumps where they fall, that's why I was BUGGIN when fatty lost her mind and came at me... like "huh". Otherwise do what I do, occupy your time by using your tongue to count your teeth...Ok maybe not - I am kinda weird
OMG! OMG!! *taking off hat, curtseying, bowing and ALL DAT*
I am in awe. I LOVE IT! I work with a bunch of JACKASSES, my boss being the RINGLEADER, too. And though I have it in me to write something as eloquent as this, I have been dealing with MY situation WAAAAAAAAAAY too long (4 years) to have the patience to put it down in this manner. LMAO!!! I applaud you!!!!
So when something like THIS happens I have had three options: 1. shut the eff up (because if I DON'T, Mt. Vesuvius shall erupt....unstoppable, and I'd be fired) or 2. say something smart-assed as hell or 3. walk out of my DUMB ASS bosses office (a white woman) before I go the hell off.
I am inspired and in total reverence and deference to you, I say BRAVO!!!!
GET EM! One thing I have also found is that the nicer you are to MOST folks in the workworld, the MORE your ass gets stepped on. I started being the BITCH I can be when a muthaf**a plays their ignorant card. hmmph! My feeling is that we are alllll grown and if you can't act like it.....I'll give you a reminder. LOL
whooooooooooooooooooooooooweeeeeeeeeee!
i think sum folks like said retardedbitchwhoaintgotnofuckinlifeorclue just hafta find shit to practice their fuckery on.
preach it sista!
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