I'm going to snap this week. I swear on my life. I'm on 4 projects when all the other PMs are on 2 projects maximum. Yeah, that's great that I've been told I'm the "best PM we have." Translation: Here's some more work for you jack@ss. F'N BASTARDS!
I now have managers/directors calling me asking me indirectly to do THEIR jobs and give them information that I've already given them if they'd just check their G-D e-mail.
But you know what? I can deal with all of that sh#t. What I CAN'T deal with is the level of professionalism in this f'n office. I can hear the guy behind me, yeah, the same guy that says "here again" at least 1000 times a day, not to mention he is in love with the grammatically incorrect phrase, "I seen . . ." CLIPPING his fingernails at WORK. ARE YOU F'N KIDDING ME?!!! Why don't you just run a clothes line from your cube and hang f'n laundry why you're at it.
Don't even get me started on the lady two rows over that actually brought her Yorkie dog into work and set up a playpin by her desk so the dog could roam around. . . .AND THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT. I'm not kidding here folks!! Then she wonders why no one will promote her.
Can someone please explain to me why in the world I work in Corporate America? Because for the life of me I am wondering why I continue to work around world-class @ssholes/dumb-@sses. 95% of the populace on this entire earth should be put down. Bring back public hangings!!!
I seriously must have been Hitler in a past life because I'm living my own little hell on earth. I long for the days when I was 5 years old and my biggest problem was who I was going to play ball with that day.
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