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Well, that's an average of 31, so you're not welcome here.
I kid, I kid.
Me when crushing on somebody really hard when I actually DON'T want to.
I've been there. It's certainly not fun.
21, unemployed unless you count volunteering at a local radio station and have no idea where to get an actual, paying job.
Hey, 18 year old here. I finished school last year and now I'm just… floating about, waiting for uni to kick in. Fun times.
Happy birthday to me. I'm 26 now.
Oh hey, haven't been here for a while.
You were here on the last page. :p
...Although really that's just because this thread moves at the speed of frozen molasses, considering your last post here was 4 months ago. ._.
The woes of being stuck in the coven-less age gap between fifteen and eighteen.
I'll be turning eighteen in ten months but I probably seem to be about twelve years old on the internet, though. Or am I wrong?
I'm 19 and I sport an avatar from a video game made for children, if that tells you anything.
I understand, Lavish.
The older I become, the younger I feel.
Funny thing is, I don't actually have the game in question (only a demo of it), but I have been trying to get a copy for quite a while now.
What game is it?
I'm still looking for a job.
Ribbit King. One of those weird Japanese things.
A mess of hormones, and I wanna act like I'm still 12. People throw strange looks if you still play in the rain. Yep, I'm weird.
Don't you get me started with hormones. As I type this I've got a whopper of a spot on my nose. Ugh...
Been 24 for over a week now (Birthday was on the 26th).
I finally got a package from my bro. A Chewbacca electronic mask.
Sorry, I can't help but ask:
Does it light up and everything?
20 and studying but also have a part-time job washing cars.
Since the restaurant closed about half a year ago, my unemployed existence has been rather uneventful. However, earlier this week, my former boss (who is still awesome) and his wife took me out to eat at a Japanese buffet and insisted on getting me something from a nearby Lego store afterwards since I mentioned I was a Lego fan, so... :)
Christ, I'm tired of this guy I work with/for. (It's complicated. I work for one office but I liaise with another, and he's my "supervisor" when I'm in that other office. So he has no real authority over me, except when I'm doing tasks that specifically relate to that office. And he fucking hates it because he's a control freak.)
When you ask him a question, he takes five minutes to answer it, and four of those minutes are just berating you for not figuring out the answer yourself. Nevermind that most of the shit I do in that office has no regulation or manual explaining it, it just works however it works and if it's new to you, the only way to learn it is to fucking ask someone who knows. It's gotten to a point where "You need to do your research" is practically his catch phrase. We literally sit around in my home office and say that like it's a funny line from a movie.
Also, he's completely incompetent. The job I'm doing now, I started doing last August. About 11 months. He told my actual boss that it would take 18 months to fully train me to do this job. And yet months ago I was correcting him on incredibly basic shit to do with this job. And I don't mean the type of correcting that's like "Well, actually, here's a minor technicality you missed." I mean like he says something that's completely, totally wrong, and within seconds I can explain exactly why and how he's wrong, and demonstrate proof that he's wrong.
Also, he's a toxic boss. I thank my lucky stars I don't actually work for him, because everyone who does hates him. One of my best friends in this building works for him and is looking for another job because, in her words, she's "tired of feeling like a failure".
Also, he's incredibly vindictive. And doesn't like me. I can't count how many conversations I've had where he pulls me into a room with his boss and starts by explaining that I fucked something up. Except I didn't, and, again, within seconds I'm explaining exactly what happened, how I know I didn't fuck up, showing evidence that I did nothing wrong. And half the time, nothing was done wrong at all. And when there was a mistake, it was someone else's mistake—and half of those times it was this fucking guy's mistake. He will literally fuck something up, and then six months later call me into his office to berate me for it. I really cherish those moments where I get to (tactfully) say "Well, no, actually, this was your mistake. You did this. Can I please get back to work now?"
And the worst part is, he always thinks he's right. Every time he pulls this shit, he actually thinks I made a mistake (which is fair up to a point, everybody makes mistakes), and nevermind the empirical evidence that most of the time, when this guy calls me out on making a mistake, the conversation ends with me explaining why he's wrong.
I mean, dude, would it be so hard to start the conversation with "Hey, I was going through [insert file here] and I found something that doesn't look right, do you remember processing this, can you explain what happened" instead of "HEY YOU FUCKED UP [insert transaction here] AND HERE'S ONE SHODDY PIECE OF EVIDENCE AS TO WHY I THINK YOU FUCKED UP"
Is it so hard to assume the best and make sure you know the whole picture before you start bitching at me?
I mean, I can do it! Every time he does this, every time he claims that I fucked something up, I enter the discussion with an open mind. I don't instantly assume he fucked it up, even though there's been more than a few times where that's how it turned out. Maybe I did fuck this up. Maybe he fucked it up. Maybe nobody fucked it up at all and he's just finding mistakes where there aren't any. But I'm not about to deny or accept responsibility for anything until I have a chance to research the issue. The least this fuckup could do is afford me the same level of respect that I give him despite seeing no evidence, ever, that he deserves it.
Goddamn, it's been a long time since I passive-aggressively vented about work on the internet. Feels good, bro.
I've got a few coworkers like that. Nowhere near as bad by the sounds of it, but the first conclusion they jump to when finding a mistake is "Who fucked up?", instead of "Who worked on this and what happened?"
In other news, I joined an event committee for a volunteer organization in my city. Hopefully that works out and I gain some valuable leadership experience. I absolutely hate directing people and making authoritative decisions, but I think it would be good for me to face that
edited 14th Jul '16 4:46:19 PM by frosty
Aye... I would like to think this guy is a living example of The Peter Principle, but I have a hard time imagining him being competent even at lower levels, so hell if I know how he got to where he is. Probably just an unusually spectacular product of the military's broken promotion system.
I'm not much of a leader, myself. Too fixated on small details to avoid micromanaging, which everybody knows makes a terrible boss. I'm content to be highly technically proficient at whatever it is I do—I don't need to supervise or oversee others.
edited 15th Jul '16 8:25:33 AM by SolipSchism
Turned twenty this year.
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