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Jun. 23rd, 2010 | 10:33 am
mood: annoyedannoyed

But I'm only here to vent. I have since moved over to Facbook and have been posting my entire life online over there, but since some people that I work with are my "friends", I can't really be 100% honest.

I hate my job. I like my boss, but I'm pissed off at the asshole who thinks he is my boss. The thing is, every year at this time, my company has an annual meeting. A large number of people go to a central part of the state and have a huge convention, and I was invited to go the past 2 years. It was hard work, long hours, and I was glad when it was over, but the overtime pay made it worthwhile. Well, in my infinite wisdom about 10 months ago, I took a job in a different department to try something new. I don't like it. I want to go back to my old job. The guy that thinks he is my boss, is really my equal, he just deals with bigger accounts than I do. He gets to go to the annual meeting to try and get more big money accounts. And since he gets to go, he thinks someone needs to answer his phone for him. Wanna guess who gets that privilege?

The reason I'm bitching about it now is because last night around 8:30, I get a call from a co-worker friend who is down there. She calls me from the staff dinner (about 20+ people) and all of them yell in the background "Hi Clay! We miss you!". Apparently, I did a pretty good job the past 2 years. But the icing of the cake is that the wanna-be-boss guy calls me up this morning and proceeds to tell me he got a nicer room than he thought he would get. He got a room with a balcony. Want me to give you some ideas about what I'd like you to do on that balcony? You call me to basically rub it in that you get to go to the convention and work for 3 hours TOTAL? It wouldn't hurt my feelings if you fell over your balcony.

I don't like what I do. At least in my old job, some of the people may have annoyed me, but I enjoyed the work that I did. Now, I don't enjoy the work, and I'm starting not to like my co-workers. The really sad thing? I'm making the exact same fucking amount that I did at the old position.

I want to go back. Fuck it.

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