some days I wish I could just fucking quit



seriously I don't want to be working here. My responsibilities are constantly being usurped, management doesn't think any of the hundreds of editors can hack it so they spend ways to make our work load easier by 1) saying "don't worry about that, just let the customer have what he wants" and 2) making it so we're not allowed to make decisions without asking someone above us.


Seriously why the fuck employ us if you're not gonna let us do our goddamned work??


And that's not even counting the number of time the twits in QC drop by our meetings to give us "refreshers" that are as stupid as they are mindboggling. And God help anyone who dares to ask for the point of the lesson.


I'm a loudmouth, I fully admit it. but it's because I don't like letting people get away with laying down a bunch of bullshit and thinking I'm going to let it slide because they just need to prove their raison d'etre. contrary to popular belief I'm not out to mock them or to be the class clown (I'm not particularly funny) but try and actually understand what they're saying. a lot of what we do is counterintuitive to begin with and their explanations rarely help.


But I swear if that horrid little girl looks at me one more time like I'm wasting her time when she's in MY meeting keeping me from MY work and having that absolute nerve to tell me her way is better.... ARGGG. I already got a talking to about her. I already sent her an email trying to clarify a chaotic situation from a meeting we had (to which I got no reply). And still she looks at my raised hand as some kind of threat to her authority.

The political way to handle this would be to get people one by one to tell our manager and the director of the department that we don't feel like she's taking us seriously. That we have real questions with real concerns and she constantly poo-poos them.

But I just wanna...guh... strichnine on her baby carrots or something.


not to mention all the other issues I'm responsible to bringing to management. The response to which is always "we'll look into that."

Urg.


If only I didn't hate job searching so much. Not that it would be better anywhere else. *sigh*