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It’s been a shitty, rather Kafkaesque, day.
I was going to title this post “The Fuckshit Cunthattery”… but, it’s a little (a lot) inflammatory.
What is fuckshit cunthattery?
Fuckshit cunthattery is when someone engages in cunthattery of the fuckshit variety.
Yesterday, I stayed late, making up time from when I was having an assy fucking week last week (thyroid hormone imbalance).
Earlier in the day, we were given a special project and allowed to do overtime/comp time (OT) for this project. For this project, we’re doing phone surveys.
So, I’m just hanging out here until 7pm, working on this project, doing some OCD office shit… that kind of stuff, making up the time I missed last week (read: NOT OT). Incompetent stayed late too… OT or making up time… whatever. I don’t give a fuck. That’s her business and her schedule is between boss lady and her. Not my business.
I went to Besty and Motorhead’s last night and watched GoT and got really drunk and ended up sleeping on their couch.
So, I’m just going about my fucking business this morning, doing my fucking job like I always fucking do.
One of the greatest/worst thing about our office area is that the walls are super fucking thin. I can hear everything. Every keystroke, every mouse click, sniffle, expletive, and long suffering sigh.
Incompetent slinks into boss lady’s office, closes the door, and starts “tattling”, for a lack of a better word, that I stayed late on OT and sat around and did nothing.
Are you fully fucking serious???
I was making up time, not on OT. I did the special project and I did extra shit… like clean out my work inbox that’s been cluttered up for two months, faxing, other caseload shit. You know… my job. So, I spent part of the time on the phone, and part of the time not.
But I’m a rational human being, and I didn’t barge in my boss’s office and call her a fucking liar nosey old biddy who likes to watch other people do their jobs and get in their business instead of actually doing her fucking job the way she’s supposed to fucking do it so I don’t have to do extra fucking work cleaning up her fucking messes because she’s too fucking incompetent to do her fucking job.
About 15 minutes later, we all got a group email about how OT is reserved for this special survey project and not for other things. We are to tally our surveys we do on OT and send them to her.
I chime back, CC’ing everyone in the group including Incompetent, smoothly, “did you want us to send you our survey totals from when we were doing surveys on not OT? Because I did surveys yesterday afternoon whilst I was making up time, not on OT and I want to make sure you are getting the numbers you need.”
Then, I went to my boss’s office, door fully open, and explained what all I did yesterday after 5, in excruciating detail, very loudly.
Office politics fuckshit cunthattery.
So, I got thrown under the bus by my asshat coworker. My lovelies, how is your day going?
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