i hate my Work

i work in a office , where i get fucked up badly ,everyday ,,,,,, the suck up all my blood. and they threw me a piece of little bone... to me .... the one damn fucking thing is ,, i cannot able to get out of this office, coz ,, coz i messed up all my studies,,, so everything got messed up.. and still getting fucked up ,, morever , some of my collegues are fucking aholes ......... gettting pissed off  again,,,,,,, and again.....

I have a problem. Everyone at work seems to be out for themselves. There is minimal respect for other colleagues. Juniors are ritually bullied by their seniors and they get away with it as this is "what has always happened." I never finish on time.  People are bloody ungrateful for your efforts. Basically I would like my job if I did nt have to talk to ANYONE!

i never really disliked my job from the start but 4 months now its taking the mickey. i was happy at the beginning but now my soul cant take it any longer. i am so fed up with office work and i feel like chucking the telephone out the window everytime it rings!!! i feel like im the only one that friggin answers the calls!! im new to this office stuff and they leave me to "handle it". honestly........ i have got so fed up of it im leaving 2 months earlier than i should be there for LOL!  im going on hols and then uni so woohoo. will be  kissing the floor the second i leave the job

I love when the owner tells you the company is broke....then like a week later comes rolling up, in a 210,000 fucking motorhome!!! We are broke but you can afford that still?  

i hate my job..i hate my bosses, i hate his wife...they think they are perfect but they arent.. thanks God nothing is forever!!!

FUCK MY JOB. I HAVE TO LISTEN TO THE MOST BITCHY IRRATIONAL BOSS EVER AND I GET PAID NEXT TO NOTHING. I HAVE APPLIED TO SEVERAL OTHER JOBS BUT NO REPLIES YET. FML

I hate, despise and loathe going to work. Why should I have to smile and act bothered when I am not? I wish I had the courage to kill myself and then I would never have to endure work or people again.

I hate my job so much I didn.t get the raise I deserve.
I have to work with the boss today and its a long ass day, he is a workaholic and assumes you want to work intill your fingers bleed, fuck him and fuck the work

I fucking Hate my boss. He threatened my Job unless I opted in for the $30 a week insurance.
And after being Hit by a Taxi, made me work 5 sundays in a row, despite my asking to have one off after 4. I fucking hate the goddamn faggot piece of shit.

Who knows what Wal-Mart Culture is? Did you ever think such a thing existed: well it does. For the better part of a year I have been stuck working for the largest retailer in all the land. Thankfully, I am not stuck at the front dealing with the hoards of grotesque marauding bargain hunters and EBT card swipers, listening to the ear-splitting screeches of their little abortions that got away, and explaining to them why we no longer carry hand gun ammo; no I am in the warehouse. But it is still a dismal existence. Every day starts with Wal-Mart  mandated stretching, and is followed by the god awful Wal-Mart cheer. Then comes the solitude of the module; nothing but the conveyor belt, boxes and you. It is lonely and menial, but as of late I have developed a game to help break up the monotony. I retire to the restroom several times a day to masturbate to  the pornography I downloaded on my Ipod the night before. I am trying to break my own record. So far I have a personal best of 7 times in one day. Alas, I am only in competition with myself, but one day there will be more of us. All sneaking away from our conveyor belts to fire off loads on the door handles of bathroom stalls throughout the distribution center. I have shot loads on every stall handle in both bathrooms near my work station, and it warms my heart every I see a manager step out of a stall.

Respect, Service, Excellence--7033