Should I be grateful that there is never a dull moment in my job? Well, at least it provides me with fodder for this blog. I’m seriously considering adding a whole category titled: “The Retarded Things My Retarded Boss Does”. Because seriously, she does 100 retarded things in a working day and who has to clear up the mess? Moi, yours truly.
Recent developments include:
1. Screaming at me because the number of flyers delivered from a bigshot Telecom company were apparently wrong. She then proceeded to call the bigshot Telecom company and created a big hooha. She did not OPEN THE PACKAGE UP AND CHECK IT FIRST like normal people would. Turns out? The numbers were correct. Did she apologise to me? NO.
2. Agreeing to distribute 9 500 flyers for above-mentioned bigshot Telecom company to various tuition centres in Singapore (100 per centre), without first obtaining permission from these tuition centres. The 9 500 flyers were delivered. But guess what? The tuition centres were unwilling to let us distribute it in their centres.
3. She told me she wants our free supplement magazine for Parents, hereby referred to us PW to be sensational. For the previous issue, she wanted it to be educational. Just fucking make up your mind already. I’ve never heard of any magazine whose core objective or direction changes with every issue.
4. She told me to make my articles more lively by conducting interviews. I agree that that’s a good way to spice things up and I would do it if there was time. I told her that and she said it’s not a good reason. She said the previous assistant editor, A, went to interview the Prince and Princess of our magazine and the one before her, L, went to school to do some interviews.
Not that I’m finding excuses, but the previous assistant editors had a lot more time than me. Firstly, for A, PW was only a quarterly issue which was only 28 pages thick. For L, PW didn’t even exist yet. Now, PW is a bi-monthly publication about eight pages thicker. Eight may not seem like a lot, but it’s equivalent to four articles and if she wants every article to be sensational, how am I supposed to find the time?
She also had the audacity to say that I go home on time almost everyday, hence, I must have time. WTF? Does the contract not state that this is my working hours? It’s not like I’m leaving early. And she’s only paying me fucking $1000 + a month, not $10 000. Why should I work after-hours for her. And legally, I’m entitled to OT pay, but she doesn’t give us any OT pay although it’s a requirement by law. Her stupid attitude also does not make me feel like putting in more work. And I finish all my work before leaving. It’s not like I’m skiving and not doing work during office hours. I totally would be willing to work OT if I don’t work for someone like her.
And in case you’re wondering why I have time to blog, this is the lull period. The editorial content for the next issue has not been finalised. When it’s the lull period, i’m really quite free, but it’s not like I can do anything since the content has not been approved by retarded boss.
5. She’s going to publish a Teens magazine, creatively named “YES!”. She intends to do it with a total team of exactly two people. One graphic designer and one assistant editor/writer. Exactly what she is doing for the kids magazine now. She pays peanuts, hires only one person for each job and expects quality equivalent to the magazines in the market which probably have teams of more than four working on them. Is she retarded or just optimistic?
Other proof my boss is a retard:
One of the so-called sensational topics she wants to be mentioned in the next issue of PW is “latch-key kids”. Except that when she told me about it, she called it “lock-key kids”. She looked aghast when I gave her a blank look. I honestly thought it was some new trend. Only when she explained what she meant did I realise that she was as usual being a retard and had gotten the term wrong.
I honestly cannot stand working with her anymore. She creates messes and expects others to solve it. She even dares to get angry when the problem is not solved quickly enough when she’s the IDIOT who caused it in the first place. She also has absolutely no standards and ethics. I’m almost embarrassed to put my name on such a UGLY and LOUSY magazine. I’ll even admit my work is lousy because how good can it be when one person is doing multiple jobs?
New developments on the workfront:
Idiotic colleague and I have bonded over our mutual hatred of retarded boss. He’s now my ally. He shall henceforth be referred to as Ally At Work or AAW, unless he starts doing idiotic or asshol-ish things again.
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