Wicked bitch of the west

Or: an expose on the dumb whore calling herself my boss.

I've tried to not go into detail on here about my boss (or my job at all), just in case she ever finds my blog somehow, but you know what? Fuck you. Genuinely, go fuck yourself. If you find this and you want to fire me, go ahead. I don't care if I'd be poor. At least I wouldn't have to see you ever again. I hate you more than just about anyone on the planet, and if I was religious I'd pray for your death so that your children don't have to grow up with such a wicked bitch like you. That's all. Get fucked.

Okay, now let me explain WHY I hate my boss so much.

She always sees herself as great while judging EVERYONE and talking them down, whether work-related or not. One time she even started talking about my diet, the one prescribed by A DIETITIAN, unprompted and spent my entire coffee break telling me why what I'm doing is wrong and using condescending language towards me and laughing at me. She also seems to just fixate on my diet anyway? One time she saw me eating a cookie before work and she felt the need to comment on how weird that was that early. Same with me drinking Monster Energy. Hey, fun fact, you lazy fuck, some people wake up at 4 am, and by the time it's 9 am, they need a little boost because breakfast was so long ago. Also, she keeps contradicting herself with whatever she says, also this stuff. She will judge me for consuming a lot of sugars, but then also tell me to eat a cookie a few minutes later? And it's this way with work too. Both my boss and my coworkers keep contradicting themselves and each other, and then I get blamed for not knowing what to do exactly. My boss hired me, knowing I've never had a job before, and then about a month or two later she expects me to be on the same level as people who've worked there for years, and she expects me to be able to lead people, but I don't even know WHO IS UNDER MY SUPERVISION. She doesn't tell me shit and then blames me for not knowing shit.

Also, she overshares. About herself AND about her employees. The fact I'm queer came up during my job interview because I was one of the leaders of a Gender Sexuality Alliance in high school to combat the bullying of me, my comrades and other queer kids at school. And surprise, surprise. Shortly after, everyone seemed to know I'm queer. They don't know that from me, because I never really talk about it, so my boss must've outed me to everyone, which is really fucking weird. But she'll also overshare about herself SO much. She will yell about her personal problems during breaks and, if you're unlucky enough to encounter her while she's working, also during WORK TIME. Did you know that her ex drove into her car with his? Sadly not hard enough, because she's still alive and now I have to deal with her. And last week I walked into the break room and she was yelling about how she'd force her child to get an abortion if she got pregnant before 18. I headed out of there SO quickly, dude. If she's at work, I will just go outside during the breaks, no matter how cold it is. Anything to get away from her and her stupid stories and critique.

And then today. As you probably know, if you read my blog, I have a cold. I called in sick to work yesterday (she also criticized the way I did that because it wasn't how she "had explained it to everyone", even though I'm quite sure she never explained that to me) because I wanted to rest up so that I felt all better as quickly as possible. Also, I work with coworkers and customers all day, so I don't want to sneeze and cough in their faces and cause them to get ill (which is probably what was done to me and why I'm ill at all :P). My boss told me to call her today to call in sick with her, which is pretty weird because I don't work on Mondays and she already knows I'm ill. She asked me on the phone what was wrong and I told her that I had a bad cold and that I was constantly sneezing and blowing my nose and was really tired. She told me that she doesn't consider that ill enough to not come into work. Yes, this woman just basically casually told me that yesterday I wasn't feeling horrible enough to not come into work to infect everyone else. She also told me to call the Working Conditions service to tell them about my symptoms and discuss when I'll be able to come into work again. Not only is it unusual to call them over something like a cold, especially on the first day, it's also unusual for an employee to call them themselves. Usually your boss will call them when you have been ill for a long time, and then they might contact you. And also, how am I supposed to PREDICT when I'm feeling better again? That's really weird and feels like it'd just cause a lot more paperwork if the person isn't yet feeling better on that date. Anyway, my boss asked me if I have the phone number of the Working Conditions service, and I said I hadn't, so she said she'd text me the number. That was over an hour ago and she still hasn't texted me the number. But I'm not going to push it either. You can act retarded all you want, but I'm not going to happily join you in pushing me down anymore. Get fucked.

So now what? That's a good question. I think I might quit my job after I get my next paycheck. I really like the company and all, but Jesus Christ, my boss and coworkers are nothing but snakes that are so wicked they'd make Satan envious. I have a contract, yes, but my boss made me sign a contract that didn't even have right information, so I'm pretty sure it's not legally binding at all. I don't think they have a leg to stand on. I'm not going to do your stupid first aid seminar and I'm not going to stay working for this company. The money isn't worth the anger and annoyance.