Salvation.. When Will It Come?

Oh. My. God. Someone PLEASE save me from minimum wage and data entry hell. I'm burning! I'm burning!

In case you haven't guessed, I HATE MY JOB. Yes, I absolutely hate it. There is only so much data entry I can take before I'm thinking of killing myself. And since I'm on the 7th floor, there's a good chance that I'd die instead of just maiming myself if I choose to jump.

So why am I so miserable? Well, you would be too if you're treated like the fucking slave of the entire department. Couple that with being the personal laptop of a certain someone, and you might just understand what I'm going through.

Need a recap? I'm doing admin at Republic Poly, which, by the way, is one fucked up, screwed up, damn piece of inefficient shit. Aaarrrggggghhh!!!!!

So here I've been for over a month, typing away at my stupid computer, data entry after data entry after data entry. Occasionally, the RP phone would ring and I would have to spend 15 minutes listening to people yell or scold me for DARING to inform them that their child's school fees are way overdued and blah blah blah. That is still sort of tolerable. I can make faces and curse them in my heart.

But what really, really gets my goat is that I'm chained to this woman called Rashidah. She's the perm Admin Associate at my department and basically does what I do, just full-time (*snort*). But she's a piece of work, man. She equates my presence as the chance to milk me of all my energy and make me do all sorts of piddling jobs.

Joanne, can you go down and get the mail?

Joanne, can you go upstairs and get this signed?

Joanne, can you call this person and get his full name?

Joanne, can you insert this paper into the printer? Stay there, stay, collect the printout... great!

Joanne, can you rub my foot? Kiss my ass? Spit on your damn face!!!!!

Yes, I am full of rage. And my working conditions have only deteriorated. After being made to move desks once when a new perm staff came, I was kicked out of my second desk because another new perm staff was added a week later. So where did I go? I didn't mind sitting at the conference table. Whatever. But nooooo, Rashidah had to insist that I share her table with her, so that I can COMFORTABLY sit next to her and work. The fucking table is too small lah! And your bloody chair keeps knocking into mine whenever you turn around!

So now that I'm literally chained to her, she fires commands at me whenever she needs something done. And because she's so inefficient and lazy and gross, she can't get off her chair to do something as simple as get the RP official letterheads from another colleague 2 steps away.

You tell me, how not to get angry? On top of everything I have to deal with, she thinks that I'm a blinding idiot. Just because I'm not careful doesn't mean I'm stupid! And the thing is, I admit, I was careless and not meticulous while doing the mountain of data entry (duh, I was falling asleep). So I told Rashidah and said that I would double check everything again. She rolled her eyes and said whatever. Then she looked closer at the screen and discovered a mistake. A fatal one. One that occurred even before I did anything. And of course, she pushed the blame to another department. So if I did not own up to my mistake you would not have discovered that error which was worse! At least I had the guts to admit what I did wrong! How bout you, you COWARD! So now I have to redo everything. And she had the cheek to tell me that I should break up the work into little pieces so that "I wouln't get confused". And when I was keeping the paper and put everything together, her 2 stupid brows furrowed and she dared to innocently say, "But you might get confused if you put them together." Eh asshole, not everyone has her brains stuck up her ass can. Get a FREAKING LIFE and a FREAKING BRAIN.

I think the best (or worse) part of this whole "academic" experience is that even the other perm staff can't stand her. Sucks man.

So in conclusion, I hope she stuck in stupid, low-paying admin jobs for the rest of her stupid life. I can't believe she dares to tell people that she has a double major business degree from Australia. Cheah. Very big meh?