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id#baa964 ♦ 16588 (3871)
 
You know why you don't get any relaxation or alone time? It's because your time management skills fucking SUCK. Yes, I understand you've got to work long hours on some days, but that's no fucking excuse. You get weekends and public holidays off 100% of the time. There are days you get home early, and you have access to vacation days. So, what do you do with extra time that comes your way? You find more fucking work to do! And some of it is massive projects you leap at without a thought. Then, you get pissy and miserable when you don't get any time to relax because you have to work. Guess fucking what? Not our fault!

You've got family living with you, for fuck's sake! If you need help, how about you ask them for some? And no, I don't mean pulling this passive-aggressive martyr hinting shit. We've been sick of that for a long time now. No one here can read your mind, so stop fucking expecting us to! When you put on a happy face and act as if things are fine, how are we supposed to know what you want? If you need help, you can damned well ask for it. Don't play mind games. Don't be passive-aggressive. SAY WHAT YOU FUCKING WANT!

And stop bitching us out over lateness, procrastination, or whatever the fuck else you're displeased with. You're guilty as all hell of doing that shit yourself! For someone who bitches at us about being late and putting things off, you sure as fuck don't lead by example. You're almost always late for work. You put things off until the very last minute, then freak out when it you can't rush them to completion. And if it wasn't for me being a jobless mooch (you want to say it; I know), you wouldn't even get some of that shit done.

What are those words, again? Oh, yeah. Grow the fuck up.
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sorry guy.
id#16a654 ♦ 17269 (3977)
 
Yes, I'm aware I should get a fucking job. Stop the fucking nagging and getting other people to join in. If it's THAT important, then how about you drop one into my lap, before I drop a deuce in yours? What's easy for you isn't easy for everyone else.

First off, I'll need to get one of those SSN things so I can be properly fist-fucked up the ass by the government like everyone else. Then, I'll need to find a place that I can actually apply at. I've been looking, and holy fuckshit, what a disaster! Most of these places won't even fucking consider you unless you lie on the online application, or have several years of experience! Companies say they want honest answers on their online forms, but honest answers on some questions gets your application sent to the trash. This "YOU NEED EXPERIENCE" thing is bullshit, too. Moving shit, stocking shelves, scanning barcodes and pushing buttons requires experience now? What the fuck happened to employee training?

If I actually do get to apply somewhere, there's the fucking job interviews to deal with. Motherfucking balls, I HATE job interviews with a passion. It's always the same "Please sit down and answer these questions that tell us fuck all about how you'll actually do the job. We won't mention some of them aren't even relevant to the position you're applying for." It's a fucking sickening feeling botching an interview, only to know some fuckwit with great ass-kissing or bullshitting skills could get it. It's even worse seeing complete assholes get these jobs. These "workers" almost constantly fuck around, fuck up, or just fuck off when they want because they don't feel like working.

To top things off, I'm not a people person. I never have been, and the retail job I had just made me extra bitter. Hell, even hanging out for a few hours with people I know leaves me feeling incredibly tired and worn out. I'm on the shy side, and being shit on and judged my whole life over stupid things hasn't helped. The fact that people like you expect me to crap out some extroversion and get over it also doesn't help. I've actually tried that, and I get shit on even more.

So, just fuck off with the nagging and the pressure. It does fuck all to help me get a job, and just makes me feel worse.
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holy shit dude.
id#2b6615 ♦ 17188 (3853)
 
Fucking shrill-voiced cranky ratbitch, you done fucked up for the last time. You remember all those times you threw shit across the kitchen at me because I didn't clean it enough for your delicate, princess-level standards (as if you deserve nice things anyway, you dad-fucking, trailer park dwelling waste of sperm)? Yeah, one hit me square in the back in plain view of everyone. So guess what? You're reported for assault and continual harassment. Enjoy picking shit out of the dumpster for three meals a day instead of just two once you can't milk the free company meals anymore, scumcunt.
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holy shit dude.
id#6826f6 ♦ 12239 (2828)
 
The guy across from me clicks his mouse too fucking loud. Clicks it like a fucking spastic bitch. Doesn't help that he looks like a fuckin' mongoloid asshole faggot cunt. I tried to tell the cunt to click at a reasonable volume, and that he doesn't actually have to click as hard, and that it may, IN FACT, be easier on his mutant index finger if he doesn't, but of course, the faggot continues to click like a spastic.
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sorry guy.
id#19cd64 ♦ 12229 (2840)
 
Fucker in the cubical next to me: When you go to lunch at 11AM, you don't get to return at 1PM and expect us to do your work for you.
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sorry guy.
id#332358 ♦ 12789 (2926)
 
Fucker who sits in the cubical next to me who doesn't give a fuck about anyone else. Close your fucking mouth when you eat. Nobody wants to hear you chew on your cud.
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sorry guy.
id#52e50c ♦ 7946 (2069)
 
Christ, I'm so pissed off I can't even fucking sleep. I hate my job that much and I dread going back every goddamn week. And I can't get a new one either because that worthless brown-nosing shitcunt I used to work for has me blacklisted. Fuck my life.
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man that sucks.
id#5c242c ♦ 12609 (2757)
 
My boss is such a insensitive jerk and my juniors are totally disrespectful. This and that and this and that. SHUT UP!!!

I'm so unhappy here, I just want to quit. I want to leave the place and just go home and curl up in a bundle. I am the best SIC (second in charge) this place has ever seen! I don't have time for politics, I want to get my job done but with all this politics I don't know even if I'm coming or going?!!

It's almost Xmas, when am I getting a break!?
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man that sucks.
id#f27d7c ♦ 15977 (3254)
 
Hey, you! The one doing fuck all other than bitching! Do you know why we get pissed off at you so easily? It's your fucking attitude!

We're having company soon, so what did you do to help clean the house up? You barked orders at everyone, whined about the "mess," dried 3 dishes, cleaned up a few crumbs, then had a nap. I did a majority of the cleaning yesterday, since I'm not working (for reasons that should be fucking obvious to you). Hell, I even managed to help with dinner, get my laundry done, and exercise! What did you do yesterday? Got home early, ate, watched TV, and napped until dinner time. Then you ate again, got drunk, and went to bed! Short story: you did basically FUCK ALL to help out! Good fucking job!

You're a slob, yet you bitch at anyone who forgets to put something away! You rarely help with housework, due to some really fucking old excuses, like "It's my house," "I worked today," and "My [ailment of choice] is acting up." Fuck you! If it were my house, I'd still help keep it clean. Even when I was working, I could still help with the chores. And all those problems you suffer from could be easily fixed: LISTEN TO THE DOCTOR AND LOSE SOME FUCKING WEIGHT! You barely eat anything during the day; at night, you binge on food and booze, then go to bed. And you WONDER why you're having a hard time losing weight!

You say WE'RE the fucking lazy ones, or that we get angry over nothing? Get your ass to detox; you need to be cleansed of the shit you're full of!
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holy shit dude.
id#6affb5 ♦ 13552 (3014)
 
I'm angry. And i don't know why it aches so.
I have no job and it hurts that i cant cut it. People have told me that they wish they were in my shoes, but i ask "why?"

My home i cannot fix. I need therapy. I cant afford the time to choose fun. I have to work, but i make pennies from ad revenue . Its the only job that will hire me. I havent worked in six years. My last job was as a stripper and i cant put that onmy resume.
I cant say it was my father who made me do it. We didnt have good communication and the only thing we ever talked about was how i needed to work. So i sat all day poring over jobs that wouldnt hire me.
And i would cry after he would bring up "the talk" . "aren't you even trying!?!?"

So i did it for a while. It was liberating. I had money. I had motivation. I studied my job and brought the other strippers books i was reading. The joint was shitty and everyone there had it bad too. The owners were nice but its the strippers who were the squeaky wheels.

But i came home and tried to live my life. "you need to work!" and i was, secretly.
I couldnt say. What could i do? I paid my own bills slowly shifting my dependence. But then it was my night habits that i was doing wrong. Now they worry about the things im doing on my own! I cant leave the house and work because they worry, but i cant get paid if i dont go. And if theyre around i have to get talked to because im in need of their support.

The safest place feels like out, but i cant afford it. If i go... Where
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holy shit dude.
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