Dumb-ass

It’s been over a month since I last posted and I can’t say anything has changed for the better. I finally was able to take my previously-scheduled vacation, after having postponed it three times because my fucking boss didn’t seem to be concerned about it.

When I returned refreshed, I came back to somewhat of a shit storm.

I knew that the middle of September was going to be rough for me. I had several admission projects coming up fast and all due on the same day, a couple other things I was working were taking longer than I had hoped and of course, you have the last-minute “should-have-gotten-it-yesterday” bullshit that throws EVERYTHING off.

Although it was tough, I managed to survive the incredible and ridiculous overload of work I had to do and I met all of my deadlines. I’m very happy with what I’ve completed and so are the “clients.” Now, I’m currently in a lull and while I hate being bored, I think I’m going to enjoy it while things are calm.

This week, I’ll be attending a designer’s conference in Toronto, so I’ll be out Friday and all the following week. I’m very excited about that.

I’m already dreading my return because I’m going through a period where I don’t want to stay at this job anymore and I may have a huge decision to make.

It’s getting to the point where I can’t stand the sight of my boss, I don’t have much respect for my supervisor and frankly, I’m not very motivated. My morale hasn’t bottomed out, but it’s increasingly becoming more and more difficult to go to work in the morning. My biggest gripes stem from my boss – and we all know the luck I’ve had:

1. She’s just a rude ass bitch. There are days she won’t speak to me at all, even if she sees me. There are days she’ll walk right into my office to speak with my officemate and completely ignore me. Out of common courteousy, how do you NOT acknowledge your own staff member?

2. She’s bad at what she does. Her writings are constantly full of spelling, punctual and grammatical errors, which often have to be rewritten by others. She has no eye for quality photography and thinks her corny, moronic catch phrases are clever. She’d rather get a cup of coffee than review and approve a rush job. And, she refuses to proofread. I guess the words “yeah, looks good” magically fixes any spelling mistakes?

3. Her skull is thicker than the Berlin wall. I find myself asking her 7 or 8 times for bits of information I need to do my fucking job. She refuses to keep a calendar of all the department’s deadlines so she can keep track of what’s going on. If I tell her I’m stressed and overloaded, she gives me more work to do. Let’s not forget how she refuses to police the verbal messaging of my projects -- I’m often the one to suggest typographic changes in case you’re wondering.

4. She’s a gigantic dipstick. Ask her a “yes or no” question, and you’ll get 15 minutes of “blah blah blah,” STILL with no answer. She won’t make a decision on anything and waffles at any chance she gets. Oh no, it’s not a matter of talking to fucking much, it’s a matter of needing a smack. Her eyes cross when she laughs and she mumbles half of her sentences. Is there a book I can buy called “Dumb Bitches for Dummies?”

5. She ain’t got her priorities straight. I know I’m the lowest on the totem poll, but she’ll use any chance she gets to throw me under the bus to save her own ass or that of my supervisor. My work and my well being doesn’t equal that of her own or the other designer’s – hence the runaround about my vacation.

She leaves at 5 during the busiest times and forwards e-mails to me with 16 conversations requesting that I forward it to someone else. Why can’t she do that? I’m not her fucking secretary!

6. She’s in her own fucking world. I don’t know what world that is, but it’s light-years away from earth.

Those are my gripes folks. Fix those, and I’d be a happy camper. Am I asking too much?