Friday, June 24, 2011

A new start in an old shit hole.

I have moved from A part of the team to B part of the team.

From a role that takes on angry customers all the time, to a role that customers are scared most the time.

For a change, I guess. Changing the role does not give me an increment, no credit. Only different job roles and some added job functions. I became some sort of a debt collector.

Dumbest thing in this change, is that I still have the same Supervisor. Sucks, ain't it? However, I hope it will not be long that I can get away from his shadow.

A lot has been changing at where I am working in this 2 years. Many people have joined but more people have left. Shitty thing is that most that have joined are recruited by the supervisor, which pretty much share the same shitty traits he possesses; and all the people that have left are the good people that couldn't stand how shitty he is.

Speaking of the Supervisor, it seems that he has never stopped to be featured in my blog. Lucky him. Unlucky me, and unlucky you for having to read about him.

He has been here for about 1 and a half year or somewhere around that, it's not like I care how long he has been here. It's just that as long as he's here, it's pretty much hell for me when I am at work, so much that it has started to mess with my personal life because I was so frustrated with him and I am always angry because of him.

I'm glad that my girlfriend gave me a session of counselling to get me out of that, otherwise it's gonna be really miserable for me to live a life under his shadow. Now I just focus on my work and just dun care about what he says, as long as I can make sure that my performance matrix are on par with the top people, that should pretty much shut him up.

But you know, a pest is a pest, he always have ways to annoy me. Well, not just me. If everyone is upset with him, I would think that it's probably not just me that's having some grudges with him.

Let me paint you a picture:
I am sitting right next to him now, as my new seating. All he has to do to see my screen, is to lean on his chair, and he can see whatever I have on my computer screen. the wall between the cubical now is so damn thin, it's merely separated with a 1 feet tall cloth like wall, so thin you cant even pin anything on it.

Just so that you know, I have always been multi-tasking in the last past 2 years. I am efficient enough to finish most of what I can do at work, slightly before the end of my day. So I have got a habit of surfing the Internet a little while I wait for the clock to tick a few more minutes to 4pm. So one day, he leaned over and asked me "Hey, are you logged in?", which means if my line is still live and call can come in anytime. So I answered yes. He said, "if you are logged in don't do something like that." OK, fine. I give him that.

On the following day, after I logged in at 7am. In the morning the call volumes are usually low to none, so all of us use that kinda gaps to have our breakfast, to kick start our day or something like that. Once again he leaned over and asked :"Are you logged in?". SO I answered yes. He said, "don't eat if you are logged in". What the heck? And so I am now disallowed to have breakfast at work.

And then a few days later, in the middle of the day where most of the customers are out for lunch, so the call volumes often drops to low or none. And so I took the break in the calls to catch up with some information by reading the newspaper. once again he leaned over and asked "are you logged in?". So being the honest person I am, I said yes. He said: "can you not read newspaper if you are logged in?" WHAT? my job is to make calls and take calls, when calls can be made and no calls are coming in, I cant even do whatever shit is available to my hands? is this what I get for being efficient and earn my own time?

Like all of us, we tend to whip out our phone to check of missed calls and SMSs from time to time, just to be sure that nothing emergency is happening and friends and family are not looking for us. and so one day i whipped out my phone and replied a long SMS to my mom. He leaned over and asked "Hey are you logged in?", he didn't even let me answer and continued "Can you not play with your phone while you are logged in? I'm sure you have more work to do!"

I kinda snapped. I talked to him in a slightly annoyed manner: "I AM HAVING MY LUNCH BREAK NOW BOSS. I NEED TO TEXT MY MOM, K THANKS BYE."

Ok I admit that I was very annoyed.

So no newspaper, no web forums, no googling, no eating, no nothing. He expects me to be doing something related to work ALL THE TIME. So isn't it better if i just fucking slacking and day dream until the end of the day? because by doing that I would seem busy all the time, although I am going to be blardy low on efficiency, at least it's gonna seems like I'm working.

Screw it.
So, that's what my life has became, sitting next to this loser.

Like I said, he has been here for about 1 and a half year now. So although he hasn't exactly progress much in his way of doing work, his ego has grown quite a bit. Well, he has always been arrogant to begin with but when he was new, he knew that he was new and so he was more courteous. However, as time goes by and as his tenureship becomes longer, he has started to feel superior in terms of his power as a Supervisor. So, he began to get people to do his work including things that he isn't clear how to do, or simply things that he think he dun need to do. In other words, feeling lazy. More over, the way he talks has also changed. When he was new and he needed something done, he would at least ask nicely. "please", "thank you" was the basics. Now, when he wants to see someone to discuss on whatever shit, he goes "hey , come, now!"

As if we have nothing more important to do than responding to his "calling a dog" way of summoning.

Oh well, I guess I should just leave him be. It's not like i care now anyway. I might as well consider a way out of this. we'll see.

OK let's end this post and let's get on a different topic. There's more about this ass I'd need to expose. Next post.

Signing off...

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