Work is ..

rapidly going from bad to worse.  It does not help that neither myself nor the boss has anything to do – consequence, he goes to the pub for 3 hours at lunchtime and gets nasty with it .. and I am bored to tears.

Yesterday I put the phone down on him.  The conversation rang along the lines ..

Boss: “What day is 13th August and what have I got on”;

Me: “The 13th is a Wednesday and there is nothing in the diary at the moment”;

Boss: “Ok, so stick in the diary “65 at 1.00 pm” .. (which I duly did – although not knowing what 65 meant other than probably somebody’s birthday and he was probably going to go to lunch and get pisseder than usual) .. “right pass me onto my son”

There were 3 witnesses to the conversation about the date and one to me writing it in the diary …

Boss then speaks to his son, I hear the 15th mentioned and am then asked the question across the office “when is K’s birthday?” ??????  Err, and I’m supposed to know that how???  The bloke doesn’t work for us, and other than me making him coffee and him bringing in the odd bacon roll on a Friday, have very little inter-reaction with him .. so apologies, my crystal ball appears to be malfunctioning and cannot tell me the answer to that!

The boss comes back on to me ..

Boss: “why did you tell me the 15th was a Wednesday?”

Me: “I didn’t, you asked me what day the 13th was”

Boss: “I didn’t, have you got your facts straight?  I distinctly asked you about the 15th”

Me: “Nope, boss if you’d asked me about the 15th, I’d have told you it was a Friday – you.asked.me.about.the.13th.which.is.a.Wednesday.”

Boss: “I think if you check your facts …” (at which point he basically acuses me of lying to him and that he was right and I, very definitely wrong).

at.which.point.I.put.the.phone.down.and.walked.out.

He rang the switchboard, but they were under instruction that I was “in the loo” .. his words to that were that “I obviously didn’t want to talk to him” .. funny eh??

He’s not mentioned yesterday today!

This morning however he screamed at me because the aircon wasn’t on .. the caretaker puts the unit on each morning (as no-one appears to be able to work out the timer) but this morning he hadn’t .. it’s not hot in here after the rain of last night .. therefore we don’t actually need it on (and I am currently sat in my jacket as I am cold) .. but he screams at me “turn the aircon back on” .. to which I replied “I never turned it off” but duly switched it on ..

Right now, I don’t need this job, I could afford to take a month or so off and am rapidly coming to the conlusion that my health and sanity are suffering by my staying here – I’ve never not really wanted to come to work, now every day is a grind getting out of bed and into the frame of mind to get ready for work – I’m late daily! 

I know I’ve whinged about my job and boss before (but with the added Pig situation and his lack of control over money, I’ve toughed it out) but I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that there has to be more to life than the danger money I earn working for the twat, that I do and that now I’m free of one idiot, mebbe I should make that free of two!!

Especially now that my home life is very happy!