Diskrepansi (diskrepansi) wrote,
Diskrepansi
diskrepansi

  • Mood:
  • Music:
Second fucking call of the fucking day and it's yet another fucking issue that I haven't been fucking trained on. What the fuck am I supposed to fucking well do about it? I fucking hate this fucking job!! I hate feeling like a fucking useless tit!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to take a bat to this fucking computer, and every other fucking computer in sight.
I want to cry until I'm exhausted and empty.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
I want out of here.
I have nowhere to go.
I cannot quit.
I have to stick this out for another two months.

Third fucking call of the fucking day - fucking idiot who can't even find a fucking prompt sentence that's right fucking below where they're currently typing.
Fourth fucking call of the fucking day - fucking idiot who wants a file restored because he fucking deleted it, but can't fucking remember where it was, or even what it was called. Yeah, I'll get right on that, you fuck.

Voice of Reason: "Hey Jaime, why all the fucking swearing?? Do you really need to include all that to get your fucking point across?"
Me: "Yeah, I think I do... how else am I supposed to express just how frustrated I am with this bullshit? Here, let's try it out..."
Second call of the day and it's yet another issue that I haven't been trained on. What am I supposed to do about it? I hate this job!! I hate feeling like a useless tit!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: "See? Doesn't have the same sting anymore, does it...?"
VoR: "Yeah, I see what you mean. Aw, fuck it - leave it in there."
Me: "Gee, thanks - that hadn't occurred to me already. You're the best."
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 10 comments