Happy Tax Day! Have y’all filed and/or paid your taxes to Uncle Sam via his henchmen at the IRS? No?
No worries! At my temp job from hell, they don’t mind delaying the process! For them, it’s no big deal!
To King Philip,
On Monday, I discovered some credit card receipts were not posted. I opened up two separate cash receipt batches and backdated those, not caring if y’all closed March yet.
Yesterday, Laurie showed me a credit card receipt dated the ninth. It wasn’t posted yet! As a result, a check payment was applied from the fourteenth!
“That girl” is NOT doing the “recon” properly, which is really called “posting”. She should have her head cut off for insubordination! Heck, fire her, now!
Anyway, I’ll SHOOT you an email in a few hours complaining about the process. I didn’t have the time to email you my progress report.
That’s another reason why I don’t like working! Yesterday, “that guy” said he’ll try [his best] to find out what the heck the customer was paying, because the check payment doesn’t batch any of the open invoices. I followed up, “will or will not”. He replied again, “I’ll try”. I stormed off being pissed, mumbling under my breath.
Both “that guy” and “that girl” must be fired for insubordination! Both are old slugs. They are holding the process hostage. Jackie can’t possibly know every fucking accounting detail, even if she does return from her maternity leave. She can beat them down with her big stick for all I care, which is why Laurie is trolling with moi via the IM. They are still evaluating me for a damn position, which I don’t care about. I just want some money, quit, relax, and then work again.
I’m still wide awake after using the toilet thirty minutes ago and wondered if I could bug the shit out of Madam Cherie COO on the error of her ways. Their monthly “recon” is messed up because of the “recon” by “that girl” and other stuff by moi because I don’t know WTF I’m doing.
They won’t hear from me during today’s weekly staff meeting from 1500-1530, because I’m only a fucking temporary worker! I should play it safe like Laurie and all other temp staff and say nothing to shake up their processes or restructuring of the finance/accounting department. Let them lie to their teeth, err, cover their assess.
When and if my head hunter dares to decide and have lunch/meet with me some time this week, I’ll complain that there’s a slugfest at this place. Yeah, I’ll be the whistleblower, again! I want out. It’s not worth my time, effort, energy, or travel distance of ONE HOUR!
Last night from 2030-2145, Mom wouldn’t stop talking to Dad. I told her about work. She feels I’m being ripped off eight dollars per hour by the temp agency. But I don’t mind because the recruiter helped me find that stinking job!
She suggested I look for my own job online, which is exactly what recruiters do. Unfortunately, matching up between employers and employees is difficult enough.
She said I should have been in the military because of my serious attitude, harsh and hard language, and inability to get along with the subordinates.
Yes, I raised heck many times with the co-workers (intentionally because I don’t want anymore extra shit dumped on my desk) and will get fucking loud because I don’t know WTF in doing! I really want to use my whipping stick against people who don’t give what I want!
Mom gave me pointers in what to say at the weekly staff meeting by emphasizing teamwork, getting the job done faster and accurately on that same day, and hoping the next day’s crap load will be freed up to tackle.
During last week’s staff meeting, Madam Cherie COO rambled on about mandatory happy hour, whatever. I recall what she said about what can YOU do to “help”. I’ve read online that this is what supervisors are supposed to say/appeal, not dictate.
Last night, I told Mom about how I wanted to blurt aloud the obvious – work harder, faster, and longer hours. Fuck! It’s because she’s under pressure. And we old timers are tired. Brouhaha!
On Monday evening, Mom even told me to make the decision on whatever guy I want and that she and Dad won’t get mad.
I was giggling because all my life people were nice to me but not really there for me. Most took advantage of me anyway, so I’m not counting on hooking up with yet another geek or jerk.
I know what I wanted but most are a already taken. Yup. It’s their loss not mine. That’s why in happy strutting along and alone during my breaks because in free from anxiety, knowing I can’t change y’all, your attitudes, or your God-damned processes!
With lots of wealth on pieces of paper,
Evil Kitty
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