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My current manager. Nice guy on my team. Lazy as hell but he never seemed to admit or deny it while we were on the same level. Then he got promoted.
Now the cunt has the fucking gaul to spend an 8 hour shift searching eBay for tacky medieval antiques. When he did overtime on the phones? Didn't get his phone ID changed so he spent 10 hours in work, at his desk, and did not one call. And got paid. Time and a half. Cunt.
That's not what really boils my shit into an alchemical concoction though. I want to ring in and schedule days off? Tough fuck, I've got to come in and fill out form 54B so there's a paper trail. Even though everything's looked at electronically.
So I call up, get told I have to come in. I've got emergency stuff, I need today and tomorrow off. No can do. 'Oh, you've done this loads of times, Triplets'. Have I fucking fuck! I've been late: yes, I've been off sick: yes. I've asked for holidays to be booked for me over the phone: NO. Rarr! There's more, keep reading! So then he goes 'uh, yes, well you've been off a few times in 2004, some of which aren't on the system'. Firstly, I ask, what the fuck do unrecorded absences have to do with my holidays? No real answer, apart from the fact that I'm 'taking liberties' and 'setting a bad example'. You'll pardon me if I roll my eyes and arc lava out of my cock with rage. Secondly, even if these unrecorded absences have a bearing, they're not [by dint of the name] on the system, so technically they don't exist.
'Well if you want to force the issue I can go through the paperwork and put them on the system'. You could but I'd be going straight to HuRes to ask why my company records are only being updated when it suits my manager. Who, by the fucking way, might as well work for fucking eBay the amount of time I see him there!
So, what should've been a five minute call transformed, Changing Rooms style, into some kind of monstrosity. I got my days off though. Bitch.
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