I love my job, but I hate my job. I like working here, but I hate coming in to work. It's an easy job, but at the same time requires a lot of patience, ability, tolerance, and time. I'm fucked.

I think the worst part of my job is that I work for a bunch of pussies. I found out 2 days ago that Buttfuck Tad (of course, not his real name) who took the plane to Oshkosh was going to get fired when he got back. Why you ask? Well, let me run it down for you. He told one of our sponsors for the event that he could get a daily chat session set up. He tells them this like 2 weeks before we leave to go up there. Yeah, right. Well, the chat is going to be done through e-share, but our license is expired with them. So, he has to have the chat through Yahoo Chat. Well, after a week of fucking around and ending up spending around $1500 of the company's money, he can't get the e-share stuff to work. So, the boss is pissed at him. It makes us look bad to our client and makes our client look bad for not delivering what was promised. That's not all though. He was the first to Oshkosh, and since the woman who was renting the house wasn't there yet, he got a hotel room. Well, he was supposed to leave the hotel and move to the house on Friday, when Ann got there. Did he? Nope. He wanted to stay at the hotel and wouldn't leave until he had to. Problem with this? It was an extra hotel room that they hadn't planned on paying for and they were paying $2000 for the house and no one was staying there. Oh, it's just starting.

We had 3 rental cars (4 actually, but the story of the 4th I'll get to in a bit, or in another entry). Well, one of our "office rules" was that the keys to all rental cars and golf carts (for getting around the event grounds) would be hung on the wall next to the door to the office. Anyone taking any keys would have to sign them out so we knew who had what. Well, our little Taddy had a bad habit of taking the keys and not signing them out, or signing them out, but not putting them back and keeping them in his pocket. It got worse after he met Robin the slut. After he brought her home (or the other way around, I don't give a fuck) he basically disappeared for 3 days with the rental car. He would occasionally pop in, with her in tow, and say they were going to a bar or something and then leave again, not to be seen until the next day. On top of that, he was taking the plane out for daytrip joyrides with RobinSlut. What's wrong with that? Well, he didn't tell anyone so when the big boss comes in, looks me in the eyes and says "How's e-share? Where's Tad?", all I can say is "I have no fucking clue." I think by the last day of AirVenture 2000, he had 65% of the staff pissed off at him.

Well, I had heard, from a reliable source, that when he got back with the plane, he was out. Well, he's been back since last Friday and he's still here. If he's still here Monday, I'll be fuckin' pissed. The bosses here are fuckin' pussies and it aggrivates me that I'm intimidated by them. One is a year, a fuckin' year, older than me and the other is about a year and a half older. Oh, they're fuckin' best buds with the head programmer and most of the programmer staff. Those guys pretty much have Carte Blanche with whatever they want to do. They get to take days off for shit and not get ragged and they get paid fuckin' more. I've been here for over 3 years and I still get the 3rd degree if I'm gone a day. I don't even really work for them anymore and they still bug me. In Oshkosh, I got an e-mail from one boss asking when I was going to be back. Why should he care? I'm not doing shit for him anyway. Fuck. I hate the favoritism here. Hopefully, soon, I'll be allowed to work from home. I'm not holding my breath though.

And now I have to bitch about another co-worker. Our Sales Director rented a car to drive to Oshkosh, because we had a bit of equipment that we didn't want to ship, namely my comptuer. He rented a brand new Buick Regal. Nice car. Well, he bitched and whined about taking all of my stuff. "Why do we have to take your monitor? We're buying new ones up there." Well, when he found out that I loaded everything he shut up. He just didn't want to have to deal with the physical labor. Well, I knew, after seeing what kind of car he got, that we'd never see the keys to that one. No one ever got to drive that car during the 2 weeks up there, but him. That's fucked. Also, we only had 2 cars with all gate passes and one of those was a little Toyota Carolla that only held 4 people. It was used to get the booth workers to the booth and then parked. Since Larry had the other car, we were fucked. Now, if he had been working it would have been a different matter, but nope. Basically, him and his fuckin' idiot of a son (who works for IBM and thinks he's fuckin' brilliant) would take it and sightsee. It was the same thing with the van last year. They'd stand at the booth for 10 minutes, get hot, then go take the 15 passenger van for a drive in the A/C leaving everyone else to squeeze into golf carts to get home.

What's worse (yes, there's more) is that his fat fuck of a blithering idiot son would get staff shirts, hats and shit, get credit as being part of the staff, but wouldn't do shit! We'd credit him as a contributor, but he was just a waste of space who sucked up all the air in a room. He was one of those who would tell a joke, and a bad one at that, and then start laughing real hard. Like, if he laughs hard enough, it will make people overlook the fact that he's a buffoon and the joke sucked and actually laugh too. Fat chance. Oh, and since he worked for IBM he always carries around a bunch of "portable electronics". A cell phone, beeper, a palm pilot and 2 or 3 other things I never saw him use. We jokingly called him Inspector Gadget. The fucker.

Well, I've got more to rant about but I didn't mean to rant this much as it was. Sorry about this. Probably not the most interesting of entries. I just got into one of those moods and needed to let off some steam. I'll try to have something more interesting tomorrow. Hell, it's Friday, it has to be good, right? Shyeah...riiiight. Anyway. Laterz.

"Where are we going and why am I in this handbasket?"

Icebear

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