Getting in the mood
Now as many sexual remarks you can make about my title, this time it's truly asexual. I'm about to hit my work report and i need to get in the writing mood. Well i'm already in th mood, but i've just got to get my flow on.
My last post was me just blowing off steam, But my boss is still a jackass. He's bascially ripping off students because we have to get a job for co-op. If you miss three work terms, then your outta the program! Happen to a co-worker's friend. No wonder waterloo has such a good reputation, because those who don't cut it are weeded out of the system.
I always question every aspect of myself. Things like what if i was materialistic and shallow? would i be happy because it's so easy to please those kinds of people? What if i was less of a jerk? Would people like me more and not be afraid to approach me?
Well i'm definiately a jerk. You see because a pair of bible thumpers came to my door. Two Johova's witnesses, one lady about the age of 40 and a kid younger than me. She was obviously training the kid to take over her job. You see i am a jackass because instead of just turning them away at first sight, i actually invited them in. Let her do her spiel about how we all need to go out and spread the word of the lord. Then i proceed to do my thing. I agrue with her. A solid hour plus later, she is quite disappointed that she could not get through to me, but not only that i had made a fool of her in from of her apprentice. Not once in the agurement did i concide ground.
Normal people turn them away. Normal people are nice. What i did was bad, because i basically said to them, "gimme your best shot! i'm immune to your jibba jabba!" Not only that "Your apprenice will be mine one day as well". Now if that's not evil i don't know what is? But at least they were out of the cold for awhile.
I wish i had God's respect
Well that quite the warm up. Ready to rock that work report
I'm not Normal People, I'm not nice,
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
My boss is a jackass
My boss is a jackass. Please note the time between this post and the last post. His name is Iqbal and he should have his vocal cords severed for the sake of humanity, At least my humanity. This man never shuts the hell up. At the begining of the year, all he could talk about was. How exciting this project was and constantly asking if i was excited as him. Of course i was excited, and i really didn't care, i got to program. He wasn't paying me and i was doing dirty work.
Then i noticed something, he didn't want me to do programming. He hired to do programming, but slowly mirgrated me to be the company art monkey. It would have been faster, but i mangaed to resist. Only now am i completely art monkey. I only have 9 days left. Also when i do art, it's not my art, it's who ever is telling to what to do's art. So bascially i'm a monkey smart enough to push the buttons.(but dumb enough not to be paid) Once he made me put out an ad, which is me and another co-worker totally advised against because it looked like ass. I really had nothing to work with that time. I secretly hoped the ad would fail. I think it did.
Once i return his credit card, and i sat there for a 2 hour lecture on nothing. I remember i twitched everytime he said excited.
I'm not alone either, everyone, paid and unpaid gets this feeling. In fact every time we talk to the man about the web dev project, he always adds on new functionality and asks us to pull flowers out of our ass. Some how we manage to do it, but at the expense of not completeing the project on time.
I'm not a quick to anger person, hell i'm as thick skinned as they get. But this man is a JERK with a capital J. Work sucks because my boss is a jerk. I feel so used because he is so damned ungrateful
The Mat King ( Fiber content: 100% unkown fibers reminants),
My boss is a jackass. Please note the time between this post and the last post. His name is Iqbal and he should have his vocal cords severed for the sake of humanity, At least my humanity. This man never shuts the hell up. At the begining of the year, all he could talk about was. How exciting this project was and constantly asking if i was excited as him. Of course i was excited, and i really didn't care, i got to program. He wasn't paying me and i was doing dirty work.
Then i noticed something, he didn't want me to do programming. He hired to do programming, but slowly mirgrated me to be the company art monkey. It would have been faster, but i mangaed to resist. Only now am i completely art monkey. I only have 9 days left. Also when i do art, it's not my art, it's who ever is telling to what to do's art. So bascially i'm a monkey smart enough to push the buttons.(but dumb enough not to be paid) Once he made me put out an ad, which is me and another co-worker totally advised against because it looked like ass. I really had nothing to work with that time. I secretly hoped the ad would fail. I think it did.
Once i return his credit card, and i sat there for a 2 hour lecture on nothing. I remember i twitched everytime he said excited.
I'm not alone either, everyone, paid and unpaid gets this feeling. In fact every time we talk to the man about the web dev project, he always adds on new functionality and asks us to pull flowers out of our ass. Some how we manage to do it, but at the expense of not completeing the project on time.
I'm not a quick to anger person, hell i'm as thick skinned as they get. But this man is a JERK with a capital J. Work sucks because my boss is a jerk. I feel so used because he is so damned ungrateful
The Mat King ( Fiber content: 100% unkown fibers reminants),
Work sucks
and i feel like a bag of salt. i seems this grey vibe that i feel has been a lingering one. Since my last post, i really haven't felt stellar. Yes my friend Syl has offered me nothing but the best in mental help (ie her shoulder) which i do not dispute the theaputic value, but for some reason, i just can't take it. Call me idiotic, call me prideful, just ... i don't know but, .... just
The question that is in my head is how do i know what a bag of salt feels like and why am i so sure that i'm currently feeling like a bag of salt. Either way i proclaim me an expert on the inner psyche of the bags of salt.
Moving away from the bag of salt banter, i noticed a general growth in me. When i was younger i had problems expressing my feelings. At first it was because i don't think i had any. Then i couldn't express my feelings because i lacked a vocab. Now i've got the vocb, i got the feelings, i just got more feelings. New ones, ones that no one has seemed to have described to me. I'll call these new feelings "quizziemoto" and i can't quite define it yet, but maybe some day.
I think i'm stressed, because my body is aching for no reason. Work is being a fucking bitch. Why? Well let me first inform you of my situation.
I work 9 hours a day 5 days a week. I get paid 0 dollars an hour, which is way below the poverty line. Kids in banlagdesh get paided more than i do. The boss has this crazy idea in his head that we waterloo students think his crappy little medical testing company think that his work is an exciting opportunity. So exciting that he can hire 6 people not pay them and expect them to be overjoyous because we get to work. This job is fucking hell if you ask me. I program, well i did program, i do art work, i churn out ads and labels. Ugly little fuckers
Maybe my muscles do have a reasons for aching and i'm stressing for a reason. oh well 9 more days left of work. I question if i would return to work if he paid me. Even at 10 dollars an hour, this job looks like hell (paritally because of the boss). Scraping gunk off deep fryers don't sound so bad any more. Ooh i think i've got a real topic to write about now. Apathy gone! Anger in! I like anger, because anger gets me places.
The Mat King,
and i feel like a bag of salt. i seems this grey vibe that i feel has been a lingering one. Since my last post, i really haven't felt stellar. Yes my friend Syl has offered me nothing but the best in mental help (ie her shoulder) which i do not dispute the theaputic value, but for some reason, i just can't take it. Call me idiotic, call me prideful, just ... i don't know but, .... just
The question that is in my head is how do i know what a bag of salt feels like and why am i so sure that i'm currently feeling like a bag of salt. Either way i proclaim me an expert on the inner psyche of the bags of salt.
Moving away from the bag of salt banter, i noticed a general growth in me. When i was younger i had problems expressing my feelings. At first it was because i don't think i had any. Then i couldn't express my feelings because i lacked a vocab. Now i've got the vocb, i got the feelings, i just got more feelings. New ones, ones that no one has seemed to have described to me. I'll call these new feelings "quizziemoto" and i can't quite define it yet, but maybe some day.
I think i'm stressed, because my body is aching for no reason. Work is being a fucking bitch. Why? Well let me first inform you of my situation.
I work 9 hours a day 5 days a week. I get paid 0 dollars an hour, which is way below the poverty line. Kids in banlagdesh get paided more than i do. The boss has this crazy idea in his head that we waterloo students think his crappy little medical testing company think that his work is an exciting opportunity. So exciting that he can hire 6 people not pay them and expect them to be overjoyous because we get to work. This job is fucking hell if you ask me. I program, well i did program, i do art work, i churn out ads and labels. Ugly little fuckers
Maybe my muscles do have a reasons for aching and i'm stressing for a reason. oh well 9 more days left of work. I question if i would return to work if he paid me. Even at 10 dollars an hour, this job looks like hell (paritally because of the boss). Scraping gunk off deep fryers don't sound so bad any more. Ooh i think i've got a real topic to write about now. Apathy gone! Anger in! I like anger, because anger gets me places.
The Mat King,
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