I'll shove two together
As I have 6 essay wotsits to complete by Monday and my father in law is back from hospital after having open heart surgery and I have to keep checking he's not fallen over/exploded like the scene in Alien.

I started a new job yesterday, which is good money but very boring. It consists of ferrying folders back and forth, and sorting paperwork as the people who work in the department are so lazy. I was given a tour around the filing rooms, all neat and tidy (well, as tiday as they can be), and sat down at my deck to do some work. I took a pile of folders to file room A and when I got back, everything on my desk was in disarray. Out of order, in completely new piles. Someone had gone over when I was out and messed everything up. When I had sorted them out again and taken some more files, I got to file room B and found files all over the floor, out of order and bits of paper all over the floor. It wasn't like that on my 'tour' an hour ago. I think someone is fucking with me. Also, I had some lovely bitchy comments as my clothes are cheap crap from New Look (I worked from home for the past 3 months, meaning my usual office attire was a dressing gown and socks).

But, as I may have mentioned before, I used to work in a call centre. My manager was the a middle aged cow, as was her accomplice, the training woman. The manager would come out and berate me on my breaks for smoking (you couldn't even see me from the building! I didn't wear a uniform or anything), yell at me across the centre and bitch about me to anyone who would listen. She kept me late several times and didn't pay me, meaning I would have to walk home in my high heels ('Girls wear heels at this company. What would clients think if they came in and saw you without?!') If I was sorting a post bag, I should be taking calls, and vice versa. She scheduled me to work when I should have been at college and when I disputed this, she told me I needed to get my priorities straight as 'the company is more important'. When I complained to the training woman, I was dragged into a meeting where I was severely berated by both, having my personality/looks/work ethic torn to shreds, until I ended up in tears. I quit after that.

It turns out she did this to every female who tried to work in her call centre. Blokes were given free reign, turning up in ripped band t-shirts and transfering all their calls to the women as they play Solitaire on their computers. She'll never get fired though, her son is the owner.
(missc, Sat 26 Jan 2008, 17:22, 4 replies)

Call Centres.
I bet she wouldn't be the manager if everybody left, or if somebody gathered proof against her. Then again, nobody really cares enough about call centres. I almost ended up getting a summer job in one near my local town - infact my half-cousin did work there for a short while - and found that people just bully each other. Not a nice place to be really...
(Factorandvibration, Sat 26 Jan 2008, 17:48, closed)

It's like that after one day?
I think you should get out of there. It sounds really unhealthy to be working in place like that, you don't need that sort of crap when you're going through so much at the moment. There are less severe places to work with normal-ish people out there.
(Cryptoprocta has abandoned the username of Voodoo Mary, Sun 27 Jan 2008, 10:50, closed)

I think
It's just a 'mess with the filing girl' thing and hopefully that's it. If not, I only need to stay for two weeks to get my college fees paid off and then I'm free to go!
(missc, Sun 27 Jan 2008, 18:22, closed)

Filing!
Grr! Being a filing monkey myself I sympathise!
twice already today i've had requests for files and have only the Surname to go by (living in Wales there are rather a lot of Jones's)
Doesnt help that the basement holds 8,000 files and the database is written in Word.
What?!?! Word?!?!
(Joe Guevara is well known for stealing your biscuits, Mon 28 Jan 2008, 15:37, closed)