What pissed you off today?

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11 months ago I was told that changes were being made that would affect my job, but to rest assured that there would always be a great job of some sort for me in the company.

I said that the changes were very misguided and would lead to disaster. My boss said he heard me but these changes were a worldwide edict-type thing (I work for a massive multinational) and so he couldn't do anything about them.

I tried to make the changes work. They were unworkable. I repeatedly said to my boss that I was trying but the changes were unworkable in my area (might be workable in others, but not in my specialism). He repeatedly said "just give it a bit longer - I know you can make it work". My mental health dropped and dropped as I tried for months on end to flog the dead horse I'd been handed into something approaching life, all the while knowing it was futile, but busting a gut to make it work anyway. Eventually, 6 weeks ago, knowing that nothing would ever change, I handed the dead horse back to my boss, resigned, and am now half-way through my notice period (working on stuff other than the dead horse - the dead horse is now my boss's problem).

Today he tells me that they are going back on the bad decision - that the horse was dead from the beginning and so they are dropping it. Gone are the "but this is an edict from global HQ - we have no choice - we HAVE to make it work" protestations. I endured 10 months of hell, and was totally ignored when I repeatedly said this was unworkable. Now, after just over a month of seeing how unworkable it is for himself, my boss has done what I was crying out for him to do for so very long. And he has no excuse - I had meeting after meeting with him and showed him countless plain-as-day bits of evidence that the horse was dead.

I am so pissed off that he stood and watched me flogging his dead horse for him for 10 months, telling me I had to MAKE IT LIVE, and then after only a few weeks with the flogger in his hand he suddenly gets the message I've been shouting clearly for nearly a year.

I briefly considered withdrawing my resignation (given it was only the fact that my job had irrevocably turned into dead-horse flogging that made me resign). But then I thought "Do I really want to work for someone like that?" and of course the answer is "No way in hell".

Anyway, I finally got round to doing my MA application form last weekend, so my other iron is almost in the fire now.

But I can't remember ever feeling so used and betrayed.

tl;dr: my boss is a bigger asshole than I thought he was and I am full of impotent rage

Cunt didn't even say "you were right after all".
 
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The cat puked on a couch today, which is already gross on its own. J decided to help by cleaning it up, with a rag I use to wipe the toilet seat.

My son tweeted last night that his cat actually ran INSIDE to puke :eek: At least she only messed up the kitchen floor and not the carpet......or couch :D
 
But I can't remember ever feeling so used and betrayed.

tl;dr: my boss is a bigger asshole than I thought he was and I am full of impotent rage

Cunt didn't even say "you were right after all".

Normally, all my life, I've been great at letting others' bad treatment of me go (I'm a firm subscriber to the notion that forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past, and I also believe that when you don't let something go the only person who suffers is you).

But this, for some reason, is eating at my innards. It refuses my attempts to let it go.

It's my last day and my leaving drinks in a month. I've realised that I won't be able to even have half a lemonade shandy at my own leaving do for fear of losing control of my tongue with my boss.

All I can hope is that once I'm out of the job I will find a way to let it go.
 
Normally, all my life, I've been great at letting others' bad treatment of me go (I'm a firm subscriber to the notion that forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past, and I also believe that when you don't let something go the only person who suffers is you).

But this, for some reason, is eating at my innards. It refuses my attempts to let it go.

It's my last day and my leaving drinks in a month. I've realised that I won't be able to even have half a lemonade shandy at my own leaving do for fear of losing control of my tongue with my boss.

All I can hope is that once I'm out of the job I will find a way to let it go.
CP, IIRC, at one time you actually liked this guy as a boss. That means he had at least *some* good points, and probably tried to make your work environment a pleasant one. For him to have changed this way perhaps means that he's been pressured from "upstairs" to make changes with which he didn't agree, yet had to follow. At this point in his career, did he have many - if any - choices as to how to proceed?

Maybe he looked at the alternatives to following the directives from the big bosses - refuse to follow them; put together a strong argument that they were not good for the business; find another job - and realized that the alternatives were career suicide, and not something he could do if he wanted to keep putting a roof over his family's heads. In this economic environment, once one reaches a certain age, going back to school, or even finding an appropriate position in the same or a similar industry, can be next to - if not - impossible.

Of course, I don't know enough about your and his situations to really know that the scenario above is probable, likely, possible, or improbable, but if you can find it in your heart to feel pity enough for his situation - whether the above is true or not - to let go of the anger, which in the long run will hurt you much more than either him or the big bosses upstairs. I'd rather see you happy. :rose:
 
I've worked for him for nearly 6 years, SW, and until about a year or 15 months ago he was the best boss I've ever had. Then he just... changed.

He has definitely been under a lot of pressure from above him. But in the old days he would have dealt with that and not let it affect me. We had a huge mutual respect thing going on where he gave me my head and protected me from the big cheeses, and in return I worked really fucking hard and added a LOT of value to the business with my hard work and my freedom to make the right decisions.

I firmly believe that he has developed a drink problem in the last year or so. I suspect it is at least partly because of the pressure coming from above. About two years ago there was a big shake-up and the big cheeses (who were people experienced in and knowledgeable about both my profession and our client-base) were replaced with career managers. Things started to go downhill then.

For nearly 5 years I had huge respect and a lot of affection for my boss. But he has lost both of those in the last year or so (and especially in the last week).

He is married, with three children all of whom will be coming up for university age in the next 6-7 years, so it's not hard to see where his priorities lie. And that's understandable. But he has fucked me over MORE than he could possibly have needed to do in order to keep his job. He has proved that he is happy to use my talents and my work-ethic (I'm the kind of person who never passes a buck and will always go the extra mile) and to shit all over me at the same time.

It is true that I feel pity for him. He used to be capable and he used to exercise good judgement and he used to (literally) hold his head a lot higher.

But I also feel deeply betrayed by him.

I am very close to a couple of people at work - people I'll stay in touch with for life probably now. I know that if, during my year at uni, one of them tells me that my boss has been signed off sick with stress or has had a breakdown or has developed full-blown, in-yer-face alcoholism, I won't be surprised.

I am not a vindictive person. I think revenge is both ridiculous and morally sub-human.

I do not want this man to suffer. I'm not even terribly angry any more. I just wish I could let go of this betrayed feeling that's gnawing at my innards. I suspect that on some level, because I always believed in him, I am wondering what *I* did wrong to deserve this from him. :(
 
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.... I suspect that on some level, because I always believed in him, I am wondering what *I* did wrong to deserve this from him. :(
Yeah. For a lot of people, having had faith in someone and then having it proved that that faith is (no longer?) justified leads to them feeling that somehow, *they* failed, when the truth of the matter is that they failed you. For some reason, though, perhaps *because* we had faith in them, their failure somehow internally reflects on us, even though we consciously know that it's NOT our fault.

Ah, well... just a few more weeks, and you'll be out from under that situation, and on into a new one that's going to make you much much happier, even though slogging the books and classes may sometimes seem a bit of a drag. And just *look* at what it can do for your future! :D
 
Yeah. For a lot of people, having had faith in someone and then having it proved that that faith is (no longer?) justified leads to them feeling that somehow, *they* failed, when the truth of the matter is that they failed you. For some reason, though, perhaps *because* we had faith in them, their failure somehow internally reflects on us, even though we consciously know that it's NOT our fault.

Ah, well... just a few more weeks, and you'll be out from under that situation, and on into a new one that's going to make you much much happier, even though slogging the books and classes may sometimes seem a bit of a drag. And just *look* at what it can do for your future! :D

Thank, you, SW :kiss::rose:

(...and actually my job for the last 6 years has consisted entirely of slogging through some books and writing other books, so uni will not be a drag at all - especially as the subject will be much more interesting to me than what I've been doing for the last 19 years. And, as someone who has been a solitary home-worker (both living and working alone) for the last 4 years, I'm really looking forward to the interactive nature of classes (and then going home to the boyf every evening :))
 
My body not co-operating....not that it ever does in recent times, but with only a few days until F comes home, I was hoping for some improvement, not additional issues spoiling both our fun.:mad:

Catalina:rose:
 
Ok you're going to get snotty with ME because you can't pronounce MY name and you work at McDonald's.
 
Jeeze, the AH is currently being dominated by three trolls each competing for attention, and the idiots -- myself included-- who can't stop themselves from paying attention.

One is an elderly man who hates all minorities and also most white men. One is an elderly man who made the decision to live his life in the closet, and hates those of us who made a different choice. and one is an elderly man who... shit, I don't even know. He's gone from being hateful to being really interesting, in an overturned-rock sort of way.

But the competing for attention thing? How weird is that?
 
I lost my job the week before last.

They were discriminating against me. I filed a claim with EEOC. They got the paperwork, they asked me to rescind it. I -politely- declined in doing so, saying I was just looking out for my own interests. That, if they were to change what they had done (Demoting me and taking away part of my pay due to a random background check that had nothing different on it than when they hired me, but I was the -only- one it happened to).

Anyways, less than a week later they pulled me aside and told me I had an 'attitude' problem. I said, Why, have I not shown up to work? (no). Have I not performed? (no). Have I not went above and all expectations placed on me AND rescheduled my life because now I have to work -every- weekend? (Yes, you've done all of that). So what exactly is the issue then? Well because Axxxx, you're just.. flippant. (Yes, flippant). I said, Ok. I'll work on it. And I was told directly, "When you leave this room, you had better have a smile on your face and your attitude better change 180 degrees." So I looked at her, and smiled, and turned around to leave. Then I was told, "THAT'S IT! YOU ARE FIRED!" "Under what terms?" I asked. "Insubordination."

One refused to sign pink-slip later, I'm jobless. Wondering WTF I'm going to do now.

However... along the "When life hands you lemons" category -- It's brought me here. And I'm rather enjoying it. Reading, chatting - participating. Getting bolder to go places I've only been dreaming of for quite some time. It's truly enlightening, what one finds out about their self when they're left for some time in quiet reflection.

___ ETA -
(I'm just one pissy person today!)
I've been with my husband for 10 years (married for almost 3). He has a son who I've raised, whom just turned 13 this year and has Aspergers. Well, I decided to be a troll and look at his ex-wife's facebook page (He regained custody of his son (2 at the time) while with this woman and was divorced several months after.) Well - I realized the asshat bitch is pregnant, and had posted PUBLICLY on her facebook this comment (in response to a "nesting" post about cleaning)

OH I know! My ex husband had a 2 year old who lived with us, that kid was disabled and a total monster. He used to smear his own poo everywhere, even all over his own face and hair! I've scrubbed human feces off of every surface imaginable before I finally got the idea to cut his footies out of the jammies and zip them up backwards like a straight jacket to keep him out of his pants at night.

Are you fucking kidding me? I've never met her (they weren't married long), and she'd better hope I don't. What part of DISABLED does the stupid bitch not understand? No matter how rocky my marriage might become, at least I know MY son has a real mother (and has for the majority of his life, excusing the abuse he suffered at his biological mothers hand and this bitch)
 
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Trying to get things done which need doing, but feeling incredibly tired and like I am dragging a huge sack of rocks everywhere I go.:mad: Oh, and yes, one of the cats puking on the couch while I was out of the room cleaning elsewhere. Must be cat puking week for all of us!!

Catalina:rose:
 
ADT has pissed me off I just want to explode. That and this headache I'm having right now
 
My alcoholic ex best friend.
I don't trust her.
I don't believe her.
I don't want to talk to her.
I don't want to forgive her anymore.
I miss her.
 
I was going to start a joke thread here called "notice of some kitten" and post cute kitten pics as punishment. Going through pages of cute kitten google images, I saw some awful images out of China. Apparently this woman tortures and kills them, they film it, and they have done it before. I'm sick to my stomach and my heart aches. *cry*
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Period pain of the sort that makes you want to rush to the nearest A&E department and demand an emergency hysterectomy.
 
She's been 1100+ miles away for nine days, and doesn't get back until late this evening (like somewhere between 8 p.m. and midnight). Normally, that would be tolerable, except for the fact that over the last four or five days, she can't freakin' understand what I'm saying on the phone. I can hear her perfectly; she can hear other people perfectly; it's just me, on my phone, to her, on her phone. The weirdity (yes, I know that's not a word, but it should be) is that one of the women there with her said she was having the same problem in calls to/from her mother, and only her mother.

Phones should work right, all the time, no matter where the hell you are or where the hell they are. :mad:
 
I'm itchy.

Not like a mosquito bite either.

I have been awake for 3 hours and body wide,i have itched the WHOLE time. Little tingling itchies all over. Even between my fingers, inside my nose. It's driving me insane.
 
This

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was posted on Oreo's FaceBook feed (by Oreo).

That isn't what pissed me off. It's the responses:

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And many more. You can find them here.
 
Watching my friend ram her head against the wall with problems that seem so easily solved. I tried to offer advice, but she isn't open to hearing it. No, I am no expert in the nuances of her day and help her as much as I can...

It is her life.
It is her life.
It is HER life.


And will just I love and support her anyways because I know I often rail against problems based on just getting out of my own way... so I get that. But MAN, it is hard to watch!
 
Watching my friend ram her head against the wall with problems that seem so easily solved. I tried to offer advice, but she isn't open to hearing it. No, I am no expert in the nuances of her day and help her as much as I can...

It is her life.
It is her life.
It is HER life.


And will just I love and support her anyways because I know I often rail against problems based on just getting out of my own way... so I get that. But MAN, it is hard to watch!

Just remember, you can't help anyone who doesn't want to accept help. It's one of those lessons I hated to learn, but I've learned to accept that's just the way some people are. :(
 
The term "mommy porn" seems to be a big fat red fucking flag to me. Who the fuck gives them the right?
 
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