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Fuck This Day At Work
Today was pretty much the crappiest day I've had at my law firm to date. The head lawyer and everyone's boss, Chuck, lets his mother work in our office doing filing and such. She's incredibly chatty, highly religious, and really a fucking busy body. Usually I block her out and sort of go along with her ramblings but about a month ago when I didn't have the answer to some incredibly convoluted legal question she asked for some client on the phone she gets back on and says, "Sorry. It's just me and one of the secretaries. She's new and doesn't know anything."
Ever since then I've been getting increasingly irritated with the woman. This morning I come out of the bathroom and find two clients sitting there in the front. Haven't been greeted by her, of course, and my irritation rises again. I help the first guy out and send him on his way after collecting the first legal fee of the day. The second guy was where the issue started up.
He opens his mouth and out comes really stilted English and a thick, I think, Russian accent. I'm trying to work out if he's talking about a current case he has with us or he has two new tickets. Chuck's mother, Dee, wanders up and takes the letter he handed ME out of my hands. I'm wondering what the hell she's doing and then she tells me what the client's name is. I'm like, okay, yeah, that's his name and go back to talking to him. She goes away then wanders back and says he has tickets with us. I look at her and say yeah, I know that. I'm trying to figure out if he has a new case. She goes away again then wanders back with his file and this goes on and on and fucking on with her interrupting me every five seconds.
And this dude is speaking stilted English and just when I think I have a good semi-conversation going with him to help him out, boom! She fucking shows back up. Then she cuts me off and tells him, "It's okay. You can wait for the Office Manager. She'll be here in a few minutes." Fuck a few minutes, Heather is here in an hour and here this woman is saying once again I can't do my job when all she does all day is fucking put away files!
I finally figure out what the guy wants, send him on his way and my head is just... exploding with anger almost and I waver on whether or not to say anything to her because she is the bosses mother. Finally I call out to her and tell her I managed retail for eight something years, I'm okay with clients and am used to people with language barriers, she didn't need to keep helping me out. Then she gets all pissy with me and says I was getting "huffy" with him and that's why she kept interrupting because he couldn't understand what I was saying.
Oh! Yes! And he understood her so much better! Anyway, I blanked out when she called me huffy and then when my brain set in I was like, this is fucking shitty and the old lady doesn't get what she did was wrong, just back out of this crap now. So I apologize and say I wasn't being "huffy", that's just how I talk and I'm sorry if she thinks my vocal inflection is "huffy" because I wasn't upset or irritated with the client at all. She then proceeds to say I can't talk to clients that way and that "maybe there is something with the way you talk" and just stares at me.
FUCK THIS OLD BITCH!
Seriously! Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her! I'm starting to get really sick of this job with how much I do and how little I get paid and the fact I'm on the computer typing up dumbass letters and court documents so much that I don't want to get near a computer to write when I get home. I'm starting to miss retail, believe it or not, because at least when I managed retail I wanted to write when I got home. I also would be able to go to school during the day and have flexible hours.
All right. That ends this vent. But it was super uncomfortable all day at work as a result. We also have another secretary, Angie, who came back after leaving for a year and I know she makes more than me. Like at least five dollars more than me. Meanwhile their idea of giving me a raise was to jack up my pay by twenty five cents and not tell me. I just look at my paycheck one day and see the oooooh Richie Rich raised amount.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck this.
Ever since then I've been getting increasingly irritated with the woman. This morning I come out of the bathroom and find two clients sitting there in the front. Haven't been greeted by her, of course, and my irritation rises again. I help the first guy out and send him on his way after collecting the first legal fee of the day. The second guy was where the issue started up.
He opens his mouth and out comes really stilted English and a thick, I think, Russian accent. I'm trying to work out if he's talking about a current case he has with us or he has two new tickets. Chuck's mother, Dee, wanders up and takes the letter he handed ME out of my hands. I'm wondering what the hell she's doing and then she tells me what the client's name is. I'm like, okay, yeah, that's his name and go back to talking to him. She goes away then wanders back and says he has tickets with us. I look at her and say yeah, I know that. I'm trying to figure out if he has a new case. She goes away again then wanders back with his file and this goes on and on and fucking on with her interrupting me every five seconds.
And this dude is speaking stilted English and just when I think I have a good semi-conversation going with him to help him out, boom! She fucking shows back up. Then she cuts me off and tells him, "It's okay. You can wait for the Office Manager. She'll be here in a few minutes." Fuck a few minutes, Heather is here in an hour and here this woman is saying once again I can't do my job when all she does all day is fucking put away files!
I finally figure out what the guy wants, send him on his way and my head is just... exploding with anger almost and I waver on whether or not to say anything to her because she is the bosses mother. Finally I call out to her and tell her I managed retail for eight something years, I'm okay with clients and am used to people with language barriers, she didn't need to keep helping me out. Then she gets all pissy with me and says I was getting "huffy" with him and that's why she kept interrupting because he couldn't understand what I was saying.
Oh! Yes! And he understood her so much better! Anyway, I blanked out when she called me huffy and then when my brain set in I was like, this is fucking shitty and the old lady doesn't get what she did was wrong, just back out of this crap now. So I apologize and say I wasn't being "huffy", that's just how I talk and I'm sorry if she thinks my vocal inflection is "huffy" because I wasn't upset or irritated with the client at all. She then proceeds to say I can't talk to clients that way and that "maybe there is something with the way you talk" and just stares at me.
FUCK THIS OLD BITCH!
Seriously! Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her! I'm starting to get really sick of this job with how much I do and how little I get paid and the fact I'm on the computer typing up dumbass letters and court documents so much that I don't want to get near a computer to write when I get home. I'm starting to miss retail, believe it or not, because at least when I managed retail I wanted to write when I got home. I also would be able to go to school during the day and have flexible hours.
All right. That ends this vent. But it was super uncomfortable all day at work as a result. We also have another secretary, Angie, who came back after leaving for a year and I know she makes more than me. Like at least five dollars more than me. Meanwhile their idea of giving me a raise was to jack up my pay by twenty five cents and not tell me. I just look at my paycheck one day and see the oooooh Richie Rich raised amount.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck this.
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The pay is the big thing that gets to me. It's really meager and I need a lot more, you know? I've already gone back to applying for clerk positions with the local courts and police departments. Hopefully I'll get something there.
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I had a shitty day at work as well, it all went okay until someone treated me as if I am dumb. I totally black out when someone who is clearly not smarter than I am does that. I get so angry, I know I should give a damn about it, but I can't help myself.
I hope it will get better at your place though!
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Things are already better. Today has been going by really fast and it's been super fun. It's just the low pay that gets to me, you know? And I don't think anyone can really let go of it when someone of lesser intelligence calls you stupid. I mean, it just burns. So we're definitely not alone!
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The low pay annoys me a lot as well, I get paid less per hour than any sales person who has not 10 years of higher education. Just think about it, I have lost 10 years in payment AND have student loans that I will have to pay back until I am ready to retire, only to get paid as someone who hasn't done any higher education and just jumped right into sales. Not that I could do sales, but I think it is not fair.
But I am glad that today went better !