Thank God it’s almost Friday! This week has kicked my ass in a major way. This post is about my frustrations at work as I anxiously wait to attend another weekly property management meeting. Don’t get me wrong; I love my job, the people I work with, and the future opportunities. But I DISLIKE two of my four managers. The fact that I assist four people is a subject for another day but the fact that two of them get on my fucking nerve is making me my own worst enemy.
Let’s quickly describe these two characters whom I will refer to in future posts (yes, there will be more) by nicknames. Ms. Black, who isn’t an African American woman but she wears the color black EVERYDAY. She’s arrogant and even condescending. I find it ironic that she tries to appear uppity yet she’s quite simple and country (in hickish way). She only talks to me when she needs something, and this is usually via email. She doesn’t give me any tasks that require more than one brain cell. She’s also the world’s definition of micromanager. It’s to the point where I don’t want to do shit for her. She talks to me (via email) like I am a freaking retard or GED recipient, yet she has little to no higher educational background. As her assistant property manager I know NOTHING about her properties. She keeps all of this information stored in her little black box. However, an unexpected turn of events happened last Friday, which required her to be out the entire week (this week). So guess who has to run the show in her absence? ME, well perhaps if Ms. Black/Insecure would keep me informed on a daily basis; I wouldn’t have gotten 50 emails from her this past Sunday to get me up to speed.
So all week, I’ve been busting my ass doing all of these random ass bullshit assignments while she’s away. The good thing is I handle the job and took care of business. I am sure come next week, I’ll be back to making her file labels, which I did incorrectly (another story). Im sorry my MBA program didn’t teach nor quiz me on how to create file labels. However, I can analyze the hell out of any company’s financial statements, lol.
Manager number 2: Ms. Retard. This one is a piece of work. This is the laziest woman I’ve ever worked under. This whoreface gives me EVERYTHING. I am quite sure she looks through her “things to do” list just to see what she can pawn off to me. But I thank Ms. Retard for teaching me how to do your job. She’s been with our company a little over a year and how she keeps her job, who the hell knows? So she doesn’t have an office (no room) so she sits in the cubes with us (other assistants). Ms. Retard holds private and personal conversations everyday and all day. I know more about this retard than I ever want to know. She talks about everything from her dysfunctional relationship, her financial troubles, badass kids, and bailing family members out of jail. What puzzles me is why would you let sensitive info about you be overheard in our office? Dumb whore! The other day she really pissed me off, she kept talking about how “she has nothing to do, I’m bored”, yet sending me emails of bullshit things to do. It’s a serious question of: is she really this fucking dumb or does she truly not give a damn?
Either way, these two pieces of trash are making me crazy. I swear it’s so hard to not let them get to me. I won’t say they know fully how much they get under my skin. But I am defiantly not friendly with them as I am with everyone else. I have never been one to fake the funk. I am cordial and professional, but I will never shoot the shit with either one of these two. Everyday I have remind myself to stay focus and not let these devils attempt to block my blessings. But damn where do they find these people? Even worst, how they hell did they get a little bit of authority??