I find the best way to deal with condescending former managers is to internet stalk them and create something beautiful out of whatever it is I find online. In that theme, I bring you:
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Just like all good things must come to an end, all shitty things come to an end too.
In celebration of never working at Y** again:
It was revealed that it was no hallucination, someone has been eating all of your frozen food:
And then in an effort to ensure that no beauty is in this office my co-worker and I decided to steal the Cezanne prints from the corporate side of the office. (They might not be a reproduction of Cezanne prints, fuck it).
Only to get caught by a grumpy man that’ll still have a job come Monday.
So we did what anyone would do:
The infamous toilet from this
And then a fellow co-worker stole a chair.
Also, I kept the artwork.
Thanks for the blog fodder, job, see you around.
It’s the final week of working at my job after getting the lay off notice six months ago. In efforts to appear supportive, the team that is replacing us sent us a gigantic fucking card thanking us…for our jobs. Which are now their jobs.
But then those Canadian bastards raised the bar on emotional (and…in a way physical) manipulation.
They collaborated with a bakery in Philadelphia to send us all fancy cupcakes
My heart melted.
Until I of course remembered that with a paycheck I could just buy my own damn cupcakes. I will not be satiated by a gift of fancy cupcakes (physically yes, and to a degree emotionally, but not monetarily). I know your tricks, Canada
Listen up, Canada, I’m coming for you. And when I say “you” I mean:
Actually, I’m just going to take another cupcake and curse you.
I find this utterly unacceptable. Look at the amount of coffee left in here:
To which I might respond with something along the lines of this:
Spoiler alert, I didn’t wash the coffee pot first.
Because I stole a co-worker’s hot sauce and made it into a baby.