Imagine being so up your own ass that you don't just complain about having to wear a mask at work again, but you send an email to the division president and honestly think you'll get anything but shut the fuck down.
Holy shit I work with entitled fuckwits.
Boy I sure love getting told I haven't improved at work a week or two after being given a completely vague and spitballed goal that was literally followed by "I don't know how this will work..."
The genius of retail management.
Applied for an open interview that will take place over Zoom.
Not only am I horribly anxious about dipping my toes into a workplace change after being at the same place for a decade, but I'm extra nervous because I have absolutely no experience with Zoom.
Me, earlier this morning: "Oh I doubt I'm going to be interested in any of these demos everyone is talking about."
Me, currently: -slowly scrolling through the long list while adding multiple demos to my download queue-