I have a government job. It's a lot worse than I thought. It's just
demoralizing. I don't even care about it that much. If I didn't need
it for health insurance, I would have quit this week. I have to wait a
while until I can transfer... hopefully all the damn way out of this
building and department. I want to work as a coder, not a people
router.
The supervisor makes everything worse. She's a tyrant. She's a bully.
She's a wolf in sheep's clothing. She's terrible. I have to grin and
take it. If I didn't have fairly major medical issues... see above. On
the Horrible Bosses scale, she's between Jennifer Aniston and Colin
Ferrell. I feel like being sexually harassed wouldn't be nearly as bad
as being shot down and shouted down. It's like she doesn't even speak
the same language as me. She never listens or reads what I have to
say. She thought I was "misusing" my PC working on non-work stuff. No,
I was just building a script to make the job that much easier because
at least 1/2 of it is manually filling out templates. Her response? "I
didn't assign you that. That kind of stuff is handled by the
programmer. Don't work on that. It's my way or the highway."
A big reason my interview went well was because I was great at
improving efficiency.
She treats me like a child or a criminal depending on the situation.
She doesn't trust me and I don't trust her. I feel bad for my
coworkers because my inevitable mistakes mean she has done more
micromanaging. That's fine in my case: I brought it on myself. I hate
feeling responsible for my coworkers' extra requests and steps they
don't normally take. She even calls me out and yells at me in front of
my coworkers in a group chat, so it's saved for posterity. I'm saving
those screencaps in case she decides to fire me so I can bring it up
with HR and at least give her a headache if not get her shitty ass
fired. The latter is just a pipe dream. The criminal thing is because
I made the mistake of using vim/cmd.exe/vifm at work without a
polarized privacy screen. The bitch thinks I'm some black hat because
I hate using Windows Explorer and Notepad when I know better. She
doesn't ask me about this. She just assumes I'm stealing government
information because I'm using a terminal in Windows... as if I
would/could do anything nefarious with the limited access I have.
People that assume shit like that about other people are scumbags
themselves. I may cuss on here, but at least I have some integrity and
wouldn't dream of stealing money from people. I don't even pirate
music/movies/games.
And what does she yell at me for? A VIP's data ALMOST was messed up
and given to someone else. Not actually messed up. Not ACTUALLY a
problem. But ALMOST a problem. It was listed wrong in the first place
I got it from, which is supposed to be accurate. But no, garbage in,
garbage out. I have to be responsible for OTHER PEOPLE'S mistakes. I
can't just use a number that says it's supposed to be usable. I need
to confirm with 3 different sources (at least 2 of which I'm convinced
are pulling from the same DB) and launch an extensive investigation
just to fill out a request so common a newbie like me got assigned to
it. Again, this didn't ACTUALLY result in anything. She sure tore into
me like it did, though. The best part: the "most correct" system I'm
supposed to check I didn't get access to until well into my training,
weeks into my job. I learned to do my job without it. So when I do as
I learned, I get screeched at via group chat. I'm not the kind of dick
that throws his coworkers under the bus so I don't even mention them.
The best part? My first week there my supervisor tells me that I was
in the running for another section in the same department BUT SHE
BLOCKED ME FROM GETTING A 2ND INTERVIEW WITH THEM! Fuck you. I should
be able to decide which job I take, and considering I'm dealing with
you, I'd rather take the person who actually gave a shit about me when
I wasn't even in his section and didn't treat people like garbage. I'm
on the fence whether she's an actual psychopath because I think she's
too emotional to technically be one.
She gets sick and throws up every other day. I hope she dies, and I
don't even feel bad about it.
