Used to hate my job, so I quit and found the best job there is
I used to hate my job, and I found the best job there is and I am really glad for it.
Now I am my own boss, I work my own hours, and I make a lot of money doing it. It has changed my life, for the better.
Alex.
Nurse Crappy
I’m a registered nurse with almost 10 years experience. Due to my husband’s job, we just moved to Connecticut recently, where I found a job at a local hospital. (I won’t name names.) Anyway, my last hospital was high-traffic, high-triage, etc. So, I have seen a lot of things and been through a lot these last ten years. What I am trying to say here, is that I am used to “gutting it out”.
So although it is a little bit slower and calmer, my new place is still a hospital. It’s busy and doctors and nurses need to work together as a well-oiled machine. But when there is one arsehole that junks up the whole machine, it’s unbearable! Its the top nurse and she is incompetent and she is making my life miserable!
She is the most demanding, socially-inept, ugly inside and out person I have ever met. Terrible bed side manner. Terrible attitude with the doctors. Terrible everything!
What’s worse is that she isn’t even qualified to be a nurse. She lacks the skills and the knowledge to effectively treat patients and she takes it out on all of us! She really needs some nursing training and stat!
And if there were attitude training, she needs that too!
“When She Gets Her Meds Right, She’s Really Normal”
I should have known something was wrong when I first met my boss “Rynai” – who insists on that spelling although her legal name is actually Renee (b/c she’s an arrogant b*tch who thinks she’s a French designer or something). Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I assumed she was just another all too sophisticated, wannabe Carrie Bradshaw. However, I soon discovered that there are human beings who are downright out of their minds.
I first noticed something was off when I started some on graphic design work for a flyer. It was supposed to have been sent out 2 weeks prior but Rynai had forgotten about it. I completed the flyer as asked, only to return to her with the finished product 2 hours later and she attacked all of the changes I made – the things she had just told me that she wanted changed:
ME: “But you said you wanted it to look like this”
RYNAI: “Are you sure? No, I wouldn’t have done that. Did I say that? I can’t remember!”
I’m talking the most erratic short term memory – worse than a goldfish! You could tell her the time, and she’d ask you again 2 minutes later. Don’t even expect her to remember an appointment!
So I realized there were some brain cell issues here. But this under the influence of any alcohol or narcotics was truly a Molotov cocktail.
One morning she frantically called the office to have me send her dental history from one place to another within an hour. Apparently she spontaneously decided to switch oral surgeons in the middle of a procedure. (Who does that????)
So fine, I do my job, yell at a few couriers myself, and get her the documents she needs on time. No harm done- Rynai was having a root canal and would be out of the office for the rest of the day. I could relax and not have to worry about the b*tch until tomorrow…..
Except my phone rang and it was the receptionist from downstairs calling to warn me that Rynai was on her way up, but that there was something seriously wrong with her….
She came stumbling through the door with a swollen face, half doped up on novacane, and slammed the door to her office behind her. She summoned our Sales Manager from downstairs, a regular partner in crime of hers, with whom she routinely gossiped profanely and got drunk.
My voicemail was being inundated with messages from Rynai in a deteriorating slurred speech asking me “vaatt fing… I ahsd joo tu ghet me vaat fiing” (I asked you to get me that thing) – when she was clearly slipping in and out of coherence and never asked for any such ‘thing’. Then she told me she really didn’t want me as her assistant because I didn’t know how to help her.
The Sales Manager burst out of the office screaming about how she can’t work with such a crazy bitch and went downstairs. She then called me from her desk to inform me that Rynai had taken 3 consecutive Vicodin pills while she was in her office. Apparently this is a regular issue.
Following this incident I was cleaning out her office and learnt that she was literally on EVERYTHING from A-Z ranging from antidepressants, allergy medication and general neural health. Her previous assistant told me “when she gets her meds right, she’s really normal”. But with so many little pills, in different shapes and colors …. I guess she just couldn’t keep track of them!
This is an actual dialogue that took place, which is so etched into my brain that I can recount it for you here:
(phone rings…)
ME: Hello?
RYNAI: (gasping and shrieking)
ME: Rynai? Where are you?
RYNAI: WHAT TIME IS IT!!
ME: Its 3…are you at home?
RYNAI: I DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT HAPPENED!
ME: Did you fall asleep?
RYNAI: I think I just slept until now…
ME: But you were e-mailing me earlier today…
RYNAI: Was I? No I wasn’t.
ME: Yes…you were. You have an appointment at 3:30…
RYNAI: What should I do? WHAT HAPPENED?!
ME: I think we should cancel your appointment, and you should evaluate exactly that.
RYNAI: Oh my God ….Did I have a stroke? What’s going on? … I ONLY HAD A COUPLE GLASSES OF WINE!
ME: At 10 in the morning?
(Rynai hangs up) … She ended up coming in at 4:30pm..and tried to get me to stay late because of it
I have since left my job as Rynai’s assistant and am very happily looking for new employment. May this testament to her craziness live on forever in cyberspace – my revenge will be eternal. 
Our Hero- Steven Slater!!!
Finally!! Eat my Job has found a kindred spirit in Steven Slater. He actually did what we all want to do at one point or another! Tell them to shove it, grab a beer, and roll out the puffy slide to freedom!! What a way to go!!
We, here at Eat My Job commend Steven on a job well done!!
Stick it to em, Steven!
BiPolar WITCH Boss
My manager is crazy. one day we have her complimenting us and wanting to take us to lunch. The next day she throws files across the floor and actually slammed a file drawer on my coworkers hand. And just laughed. When the hurt worker wanted to go have an xray, the boss no way she was having a workers comp report against her. We never know who she will be from day to day. It’s hell.
Customer service rep
Customer service reps have a really tough job. Customers always want something free. Hello quit whining, yelling, CRYING! Nothing is free. Companies are in business to make money. Sometimes I wish I could smack some sense in the customer. Especially the ones who can’t explain what they calling about.
Stinky
I work in a real estate office and I have to talk to a lot of people. In fact, all day long I talk, argue and listen to people complaining about their neighbors, their expensive rent, or sometimes tenants will tell me about their recent breakup, family problems, etc. You may think that I am sick of this, but the truth is that I really like my job. Sometimes the tenants can be a little demanding, but the majority of the people are reasonable. But there is one problem that is driving me crazy: my coworker’s stank breath.
It’s really terrible. And I don’t know if he has some sort of illness or not, but at this point I really don’t care. I arrive at work every day praying that my coworker will not arrive with his stinky breath. We have two separate offices, but they aren’t any doors between us and I can smell his breath from 20 feet away. Also, to make matters worse, he’s a loud talker and when he screams at me from the other side of his office; I can literally feel the stench. It drives me crazy!
NY Teacher
I’m beyond repulsed by the New York City “Educrats” who submitted a bid for federal education aid yesterday. I have just read that they had 24 executive chairs that cost $550.00 each!! I have been a public school teacher for longer than most of these a-holes have been “administrators” and I can’t believe that I have spent part of my OWN money every year on buying supplies for my classes when these a-holes want $550.00 chairs to sit their fat underworked asses on! What is going on here? Why does no one know how much teachers sacrifice year after year? No one seems to get it.
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