ladylabobo wrote:I have a million and one pet hates about work but as they threatened to discipline me for posting about my day at work on another website, I cant mention them.
I also just wanted to warn you that anything you say about your employers online can get you disciplined - whether its something good or something bad. They can use anything you say against you. You dont have to be easily idenifiable but having a username totally different from your real name doesnt protect you from this either. You dont even have to name your place of work or the company. Even posting on a private members only site can be considered for a disciplinary. If one person reads your post (other than yourself) it is classed as having been officially published and is therefore in the public spectrum.
Sorry to bring a downer on the thread but I just dont want anyone getting done like i did.
One pet hate from a previous job (that again i cant really talk about for legal reasons) was B.O. There was this guy who I'm sure had never heard of soap or deodorant... he would make me wheeze he stank so much.
When in an office filled with PC's, people really should consider their personal hygene.
exactly why you should never let anyone at work know your online alias, and you should be very careful what you do online at work.
A friend of my girlfriend's got fired the other week. She was crap at her job, but accidentally printing off ALL her emails (including the emails she'd been sending to pals about how much she fancied her boss) kinda sealed the deal. She is, apparently, retarded.
Anyway, here's my pet hates...
Supervisors/superiors who take the piss. A place i used to work, one supervisor in particular used to do NO work if there was a celtic match on. She'd be in the kitchen watching tv. Sure, i used to join her, but of COURSE i'm gonna skive. I didn't care about the job, and i'm a natural skiver. Other people she didn't like didn't get to skive though, so that's a bit unfair. All the supervisors had their favoured ones, mind... two girls used to get to go home early all the time, just because they drove that supervisor to asda, to do her shopping, DURING THEIR SHIFTS. That's taking the piss. I'll admit i used to get paid to jobbie all the time, but supervisors should be setting examples.
Bosses who think they always have to be pricks all the time, to command respect. Perhaps they're just pricks... I respect the ones who have a laugh and talk to you like you're a real person way more, and i'd go above and beyond for them.
Wannabe bosses/supervisors. Sucking up the boss' arse, talking down to people at the same level as them, little backstabbing shits the lot of them. No integrity, nobody respects them, and they'll end up getting the position because of their brown-nosing.
Hitler bosses. I do contact centre nonsense. there are people who'll drag paperwork out for 15 minutes at the end of their shift, just to make sure they get out on time. if i get stuck on a call at 5 o'clock, i'll sit there and finish it, often leaving me stuck there until 20 past or whatever. Why, then, do i get shit for being 5 minutes late in the morning, due to traffic/public transport? they don't pay me for sticking arounf 20 minutes late. Often, the phones are dead at 8am. Grrr...
People who smoke, and take the piss. I don't mind people who smoke taking breaks. As i said, i often take jobbie breaks. I don't take a 5-minute jobbie break every hour though. The supervisors all smoke anyway, so they're off having a fag too.
Vending machines that keep your stuff. I want a lion bar. Apart from the fact that the machine was owned by the company, and they're charging 40p for a lion bar (clawing back as much of our wages as they can...), the bloody thing is from the 70s by the look of it, and the sweeties get stuck in it. Cue me rattling the thing off walls to dislodge my chocolate...
One company i worked for had people whose job it was to help you if you get any crazy queries you don't know how to handle. They've see it all. They can help. Except they can't. They don't know, and you have to keep the customer on hold for aaaaages while they ask everyone.
Customers being pricks. Don't get me wrong. I've been on the phone to NTL for, in total, 90 minutes today. They were courteous, if dim. I wanted to shout. I was forceful. I got my own way, but it was through being obstinate, not a mouthy abusive prick. Call centre monkeys like me aren't paid to take shit, we're paid to help people. It pisses me off that my internet's flakey, but it's not Shweta in India's fault. Taking call centres away from Glasgow and putting them in India, however...
Shitty hardware. Broken mice. Wonky spacebars. A keyboard's a fiver. Good ones cost more, but call centres tend to buy the cheapest crap, and offset it with crappy gel wrist rests. Broken chairs too. The backs won't adjust, or the up/down bit's broken.
Idiot IT guys. EVERY machine's set to 800x600 and changing it gets you a slap on the wrist. "not your job, blah blah. You don't know what you're doing, blah blah. could cost lost to fix it, blah blah.." Don't get me wrong, i love it when an icon takes up a quarter of the screen, and i LOVE hearing the squeal of a monitor at 60hz and the headaches that it brings... One place i worked deals with payments over the phone, credit cards, and other confidential customer data. They also had unrestricted internet access, fuckloads of spyware, and supervisors/it men that didn't care. there should be laws about that...
Idiot co-workers. "you should've seen me last weekend, i was pished!". *yawn*. I've been more drunk than you can ever imagine. It's not interesting. It's pretty pathetic if the only thing you can think of to talk about is how much you can't remember about friday...
People on wednesday being excited about the weekend. Kinda related to the last post. Why are they excited? Doing something different? Nope, getting drunk and pulling a fat slapper at "the sav". Joy!
Sod it, i just hate working with people. Pity, then, that i'm good at customer service. The happiest i've been was working on film stuff, but it was unpaid, or one of the two nightshift jobs where i was practically left to my own devices, with at most two other people, but that was in a massive warehouse, and we rarely had time to spend blethering. I'm sure if i had, i'd have hated them...