Thank god it's my Friday. My anger is just building and building. One call after another, endlessly.
And now, they've gone back to blocking almost everything, so I can't look at my email. I just don't know what I'd do if they blocked blogger. I'm close to a breaking point as it is.
And, you know, who made it okay for us peons to have to work ourselves to death? For crappy-ass pay, to boot?! Where is all this crowing about "family values" when we're having to do mandatory overtime? It's like I've said before, I'll give my work (grudgingly) their 8 hours, but after that, it's just not my time to give away. And why is it someone who makes 24 million (true) a year telling me how much I should work, how much pay I should be satisfied with (and how the company can't afford to give me more), how they can't afford my meager benefits, or incentives?!
Just kiss my large, white ass - I want to go home.
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