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It may not come as any surprise to anybody but I’ve found that the people make the job. I used to enjoy my job. It may not be exciting or mind blowing or anything but it’s usually good. Now however, as soon as I passed my car test, my supervisor hates me. I used to go in and out of work with her and give her petrol money but now she doesn’t get that. She talks about me to my colleagues, whinges and badmouths me, not only when I’m not there but when I’m bloody sat there on the phone. But her problem is not how I do my job, or how I treat people or anything remotely whinge worthy. No. She was talking about me. She deliberately is trying to get me to do a juniors job (IE. Filing for a different department), despite me being there for 4 years in October and being an Account Hander and dealing with more bloody work than she seems to do. I don’t swear often but all the words in my vocabulary in regards to her start with an F. God sake. My other, nice colleagues, say I should go to the director but I don’t think I want to go above her head and her say horrible things about me to him. Are there any jobs in the San Diego area? Perfect for a tall, paler than pale, English, 22 year old? I’d give anything to go and live out there. The only thing that stops me is my mum. I can’t leave her, her heart would break. Listen to Shine by Laura Isabor and that first verse is me. Honest to god. |
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irritated.