August 27th, 2004

thwack (by lj-user twoflower)

Things I love #234781237: the stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker.

I love my stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker.

I love the stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker who is invariably too busy to offer a hand with the stuff on my plate, but is never too busy to bitch at me all day about how I should or shouldn't be doing something. He provides no guidance in this bitching, but he complains that I don't do what he thinks I should do after bitching at me all day.
The stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker who takes up 3/4ths of my day with trying to solve this problem, and finally has the decency to come take some of the work that was on my plate- but by end of day, has done NOTHING with ANY of it.
The stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker who can't take 'here's the status of that thing that you were bugging me about all day' as an indication that he was just getting a fucking status report on what was apparently a hot issue from his perception.
The stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker who sends a bitchy email in response to such a status report. A bitchy email that does indeed cover some useful ground, but has so many landmines in it that you can't actually see the useful ground.
The stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker who writes such an email at an hour when I'd be in, normally, in the morning- and does so on a day I'd taken off because I was going to fucking kill him if I had to keep dealing with his bullshit.

I'm quite serious about how irritated I am. At this point, if I'd been in the office, I'd've walked down the hall and initiated a discussion about this, in front of his supervisor and mine, that would have started with 'I have to ask you a clarification question on the email you sent me, stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker- here's a copy, bossperson. Can you tell me exactly who in the fuck do you think you are, stupid bitchass fucktard coworker?' and gone downhill from there.

It's to a point where I am seriously debating going to speak with HR just for a 'how the hell do I deal with this shit?' conversation, as opposed to a 'he is EVIL and I want him DESTROYED' conversation. I clearly need to develop some new tactics in dealing with my beloved stupid bitchass fucktard cow orker.
One of these new tactics will be not checking work e-mail from home, I think.
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