fucken' 'ell, ay. I've never in my life seen the slightest responsibility go to someone's head so quickly. Bosses are away at conventions and we have the shop to ourselves. Ol' mate here, all he's got to do is print off a tax invoice so we can fill our order and he's sitting in this office all day on the phones and email, not helping me at all, sends me off to do all the work. I don't care I got my headphones and music with me, in all respects - good, fuck off, havin' the time of my life out here. But Jesus Christ the power trip. Lunch time. Phone rings "I need to take this". No you don't. It's not even for you, you don't know what it's about, you can't help and you can't offer a solution. We are warehouse assistants, fuck me. We don't get paid nearly enough to even pretend to know what the fuck happens in the front office.
You seem to have a lot of problems with your co workers. Or maybe it's someone else... either talk to them about this stuff or find a new job
just remain humble and let the ego go...then it shall be no problem...I KNOW, this is easier said than done. let dude play office manager, you just work hard...cos it all comes out in the wash eventually.
Oh no, these are the things in which I get a lot of enjoyment from. It's highly amusing and I've been in silent fits of laughter all day. Power trips and rambling bullshit stories aren't going to drive me away from a job but I'm still going to post about them to get it off my chest because it's very isolated really and if one other person in the world feels me then that's all that really matters.
He's sitting in the office on the phone "fuck this, fuck that, mate this, mate that" arms a swinging everywhere like what I imagine to be a branch manager of a bank, or someone that earns a lot more than us. I should film this for the missus, we'd share a great laugh lemme tell ya.
