I really do hate my job. I really only have one thing I like about my job and that reason may not be around for weeks at a time. Plus I have to spend twenty to thirty minutes being made fun of by my coworkers after my reason leaves.
That's pretty much how it was today. In fact I've spent the last two days working by myself because my coworker managed to catch something. Not like it really matters, because it's usually better when she's not around. Less mistakes are made, which means I don't have to stop every five minutes to answer the phone and make corrections.
It doesn't matter how quickly you do something, how accurately it's done, or how far you go out of your way to help someone out, because if you make one minor mistake, all the good is wiped out and the only thing that gets remembered is the mistake. Which sucks after you bust your ass all day to make people happy, and then in the last five minutes have to deal with a customer that you cannot ultimately help out because they waited to long to contact you to make changes to their submissions.
UPS doesn't show up until about two o'clock, the US post office makes a mistake and somehow it's my fault, and I've had to eat lunch several times out on the tailgate of my truck to cover my department. But yet I get no respect. No thank you, nothing, just why the hell did you screw up something that was minor and had nothing to do with me to begin with.
Have I mentioned that I really do hate my job.
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