I hate this job. I hate this job. I seriously hate this job more than anyone has ever hated their job ever. I hate my job more than Peter hated his job on Office Space. You know that stuff he said to the psychologist? "So I'm sitting in my cubicle today and I realized that ever since I started working, every day in my life has been worse than the day before it. So it means that every single day you see me, that's only the worse day of my life." That's ME!!
It is tough working for a spaz who panics over every little thing... since we supposedly have so much fucking work to do that you need me to stay 2 more hours every freakin day, 3 more hours on Saturday, why do we need to waste time looking for the file with the hard copy of the document when we can pull it up in 2 seconds on the computer?? And why are all the missing documents shit you worked on recently and said you gave back to us (even though we KNOW you didn't)? And don't get on my case about being 5 minutes late to work the one day you get here on time when I'm the first one here almost every day. Yesterday Stan came in and he was asking for this one piece of paper with my client's 2003 Canadian income... he said he gave it to me last week. I know he didn't give it to ME personally because I know exactly what file I would have stuck that piece of paper in. I created the fucking file! I know where the document should go! He starts spazzing, "we need to find this form. I gave it to you... blah blah blah." Takes me 20 minutes of looking through every tax file we have on the client and it was misplaced in another file. I just took that document, went to the copier and made 20 freakin copies of it, put a copy everywhere just to make a point. That was strike 3 for me... I was so close to just walking out and quitting. Yesterday was not the day to mess with me because I was so pissed off already at him because of things that happened earlier... when a perfectly capable assistant (they finally hired a fucking assistant who can do shit right) hands you your mail and says, "this is your mail!", do I need to go back to the mail room just to see if she gave me all my mail?? What the fuck? I guess Corinne gave me my mail from earlier before the people sorted the mail from that day cause Mr. Spaz came by and lectured me, "you didn't check your mail today, there were some checks that could have been deposited." (Strike 2)... Strike 1 was when he called me when he was out of the office and lectured me on how he needs me to work more hours, etc. Just because no one else here is under age 35 and no one has a life of any sort so they want to be in the office til 9, doesn't mean I'm not pulling my weight because I leave around 6:45-7:00. Eileen fucks around all day, disappears for hours during the day (I havent seen her for the past 2 hours), so cause she stays til 8:30, she's a dedicated worker?? I wish Daniel was still here... He's the king of leaving at 5:59. When the hell am I supposed to study for my CPA exam?? It's not like they pay me anything equivalent to a CPA's salary so it would be ok if I didn't pass everything the first time I take it. I get OT for all these extra hours I work but at any other job, I'd get paid more without OT.
I love my clients but the work environment here is too stupid to deal with. I will give my 2 week notice either on or before Tax Day (April 15th)... I don't even care about waiting for a CPA firm opportunity. I just want to get out of here.
Pre-Hyptnotized Peter
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