I'm fucked off. I've just spent the last month working my arse off - working harder than most people in my office would have worked in a long time - and what have I got to show for it?
Nothing. A big fat fucking nothing.
I fucking hate my clients, I fucking hate targets and I fucking hate managers.
My manager has just released a sales competition - a wholly pointless exercise when our targets are sky-high and it's not likely that anybody will hit their target. So his little comp-adventure is purely serving to make us all feel crap about not achieving something else.
How many things can you NOT achieve this month?!
Brilliant - feeling on top of the fucking world.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
The 2008 version of 'I Like To Complain'. Access: By Invitation Only
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment