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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Things that I want to tell my boss
I am frustrated beyond the point of return. I work for the most incompetent idiot I have ever met. I am not joking. I want to resign, and I am going to. I wanted to write her the most distasteful letter I have ever written, and let her know that I resign, but she doesn't deserve one bit of effort from me. She owes me my time back, time that I have wasted on her, time that is of no use to me or my future, except for motivating me more to get what I want.
I am writing this to get it all out of my system. This woman just brings out the bitch in me...
Dear Maria de Fatima Fernandes Nel
With the same respect you have treated me, I hereby resign immediately. Thank you for making this descision so easy, and also for letting me know how you don't need me. This should come as no surprise.
I can't babysit a 56 year old woman, this was a secretary job, not an Au Pair job. You are the most selfish, selfrightious bitch I have ever met, and I wish that I could've avoided you all my life, and I wish that Old Mutual didn't have you, they deserve better. You have never met anyone as unwilling to learn as you.
You are a financial advisor that doesn't know any of the products you are selling, nor do you give a shit about any of your clients. I know this because most of your client's policies are in non-compliant funds, which just by the way... IS ILLEGAL! You keep going on about the fact that this is your business, yet me, and all of your previous secretaries are doing all of your business for you, which by the way IS ALSO ILLEGAL! We are not financial advisors, and we shouldn't be doing your work.
P.S. Learn how to use a computer, and what exactly your job description is.
You can't use a computer, you can't even send an e-mail. You don't know the procedures, nor the legislation that goes along with investments and annuities. And you have the nerve to call me incompetent?
You make me so mad that I want to rip off your head and kill a smoke in your throat, or better yet, just burn off your face with coffee and turn you into the monster you really are. You probably killed your husband. I bet your voice causes cancer, or he gave himself cancer, because I can't understand how anyone would want to be in the same room as you... Brain cancer set him free.
I am not saying any of this with no reason.
Who the fuck would ask their PA for a portfolio, tell her to bring it to a reastaurant, phone her back and say "No, this is wrong, I wanted an Astute", and make the PA walk back to restaurant, and then fuck off without telling her you left.
All your forms you fill in is wrong, and then I get blamed, because I didn't check if you did your job correctly.
When quesries come your way, you go into a flat spin, because number one, you don't know what to do, and number two, you have no time management skills. Then you have the tendancy to shout at everyone, you call them pathetic and tell them that they are talking bullshit. You suffer from a dellusion of grandeur, and you are really not that special. You are replacable, and you are as useless as a old calander.
No one has ever belittled or insulted me as badly as you. In a working environment, this shit doesn't really fly. I can understand why you live with dogs, I think you can learn from their people skills.
Yes, I have made mistakes, but that's because I haven't done this for 28 years like you, nor do I have the ability to learn anything from you because you know nothing. At least I have the common decency to apologize, you don't seem to know the words.
So, don't call me, I won't answer my phone. Just fuck off and die...
I am writing this to get it all out of my system. This woman just brings out the bitch in me...
Dear Maria de Fatima Fernandes Nel
With the same respect you have treated me, I hereby resign immediately. Thank you for making this descision so easy, and also for letting me know how you don't need me. This should come as no surprise.
I can't babysit a 56 year old woman, this was a secretary job, not an Au Pair job. You are the most selfish, selfrightious bitch I have ever met, and I wish that I could've avoided you all my life, and I wish that Old Mutual didn't have you, they deserve better. You have never met anyone as unwilling to learn as you.
You are a financial advisor that doesn't know any of the products you are selling, nor do you give a shit about any of your clients. I know this because most of your client's policies are in non-compliant funds, which just by the way... IS ILLEGAL! You keep going on about the fact that this is your business, yet me, and all of your previous secretaries are doing all of your business for you, which by the way IS ALSO ILLEGAL! We are not financial advisors, and we shouldn't be doing your work.
P.S. Learn how to use a computer, and what exactly your job description is.
You can't use a computer, you can't even send an e-mail. You don't know the procedures, nor the legislation that goes along with investments and annuities. And you have the nerve to call me incompetent?
You make me so mad that I want to rip off your head and kill a smoke in your throat, or better yet, just burn off your face with coffee and turn you into the monster you really are. You probably killed your husband. I bet your voice causes cancer, or he gave himself cancer, because I can't understand how anyone would want to be in the same room as you... Brain cancer set him free.
I am not saying any of this with no reason.
Who the fuck would ask their PA for a portfolio, tell her to bring it to a reastaurant, phone her back and say "No, this is wrong, I wanted an Astute", and make the PA walk back to restaurant, and then fuck off without telling her you left.
All your forms you fill in is wrong, and then I get blamed, because I didn't check if you did your job correctly.
When quesries come your way, you go into a flat spin, because number one, you don't know what to do, and number two, you have no time management skills. Then you have the tendancy to shout at everyone, you call them pathetic and tell them that they are talking bullshit. You suffer from a dellusion of grandeur, and you are really not that special. You are replacable, and you are as useless as a old calander.
No one has ever belittled or insulted me as badly as you. In a working environment, this shit doesn't really fly. I can understand why you live with dogs, I think you can learn from their people skills.
Yes, I have made mistakes, but that's because I haven't done this for 28 years like you, nor do I have the ability to learn anything from you because you know nothing. At least I have the common decency to apologize, you don't seem to know the words.
So, don't call me, I won't answer my phone. Just fuck off and die...
Friday, October 12, 2012
See children, drugs are bad!
My grandmother used to drink pills for headaches, the pain killers would give her heartburn, and then she would take pills for that, and after a while we started switching her pain killers with vitamins.
She lived to be 91. She passed away this year.
I take painkillers to make me happy, along with antihestimine. So does my sister. My dad lives on sleeping pills and painkillers. My mom, not at all. She hates pills.
My cousin started using all kinds of drugs when she was in highschool. She did heroin, cocaine, marijuana, acid, ecstassy, and all the inbetweeners. She got pregnant 12 years ago. When her baby boy was a few months old, she went on a drug binge. I woke up with the sounds of screams coming from the street.
She has always been messed up. My dad met her when she was 8 or something. She would rule the house with her moodswings. She didn't want to go to school, although she finished highschool.
Her mom, my aunt, has the same level of dishonesty as my cousin. She stole money from the bank, my dad was the forensic investigator at the bank, and he had to have a talk with her about the money she stole. No arrest made though. About 15 years ago, she and my cousin packed up and moved to the otherside of the country, after a man, that didn't want anything to do with my aunt or her carbon copy.
5 Years ago, just before I went to America, our whole family had an intervention with the druggy cousin. My uncle paid a truck load of money to send her to the best rehab center, and after 2 days, my braindammaged aunt bailed her out, because my aunt couldn't cope.
If I say she has braindamage, I'm not being nasty. Well, actually I am, but that's not the point. She had a brain annurism about 8 years ago, she had to go for brain surgery, and in rehab she pulled out the pipes in her head that were supposed to drain the fluids from her brain, so, obviously the fluids in her brain damaged her brain.
My aunt was addicted to slimming tablets at that stage. After the surgery, she told my mom that my cousin uses heroin to lose weight.
Coming back to the present. My cousin was diagnosed with psycosis when she went to rehab. She hasn't worked in a year. My aunt can't work, then again, she doesn't have to, she is 67 or something. She should be enjoying retirement. Not that she has money left, she spent her whole pension fund on debt.
They got evicted for the millionth time last night. My nephew moved in with us. My aunt is going to live with my uncle, and only time will tell what is going to happen to my cousin.
My nephew is too old to be rehabilitated. Growing up with a dysfunctional mother and grandmother shows. He is dishonest, he is already a career criminal, and his psyce is quistionable. Children can be rehabilitated up to the age of 5 years and 6 months. He "bought" a cell phone from a kid at school. He picked up money and claimed it, and when the owner noticed he had dropped it, my nephew stuck to h
My dad will set him straight. Having an 11 year old in the house isn't a blessing really, my parents want to retire in a few years.
But hey! At least I got a child to look after again. I really want kids, but this one... Not really.
I'm going to go and look for a silver lining now.
She lived to be 91. She passed away this year.
I take painkillers to make me happy, along with antihestimine. So does my sister. My dad lives on sleeping pills and painkillers. My mom, not at all. She hates pills.
My cousin started using all kinds of drugs when she was in highschool. She did heroin, cocaine, marijuana, acid, ecstassy, and all the inbetweeners. She got pregnant 12 years ago. When her baby boy was a few months old, she went on a drug binge. I woke up with the sounds of screams coming from the street.
She has always been messed up. My dad met her when she was 8 or something. She would rule the house with her moodswings. She didn't want to go to school, although she finished highschool.
Her mom, my aunt, has the same level of dishonesty as my cousin. She stole money from the bank, my dad was the forensic investigator at the bank, and he had to have a talk with her about the money she stole. No arrest made though. About 15 years ago, she and my cousin packed up and moved to the otherside of the country, after a man, that didn't want anything to do with my aunt or her carbon copy.
5 Years ago, just before I went to America, our whole family had an intervention with the druggy cousin. My uncle paid a truck load of money to send her to the best rehab center, and after 2 days, my braindammaged aunt bailed her out, because my aunt couldn't cope.
If I say she has braindamage, I'm not being nasty. Well, actually I am, but that's not the point. She had a brain annurism about 8 years ago, she had to go for brain surgery, and in rehab she pulled out the pipes in her head that were supposed to drain the fluids from her brain, so, obviously the fluids in her brain damaged her brain.
My aunt was addicted to slimming tablets at that stage. After the surgery, she told my mom that my cousin uses heroin to lose weight.
Coming back to the present. My cousin was diagnosed with psycosis when she went to rehab. She hasn't worked in a year. My aunt can't work, then again, she doesn't have to, she is 67 or something. She should be enjoying retirement. Not that she has money left, she spent her whole pension fund on debt.
They got evicted for the millionth time last night. My nephew moved in with us. My aunt is going to live with my uncle, and only time will tell what is going to happen to my cousin.
My nephew is too old to be rehabilitated. Growing up with a dysfunctional mother and grandmother shows. He is dishonest, he is already a career criminal, and his psyce is quistionable. Children can be rehabilitated up to the age of 5 years and 6 months. He "bought" a cell phone from a kid at school. He picked up money and claimed it, and when the owner noticed he had dropped it, my nephew stuck to h
My dad will set him straight. Having an 11 year old in the house isn't a blessing really, my parents want to retire in a few years.
But hey! At least I got a child to look after again. I really want kids, but this one... Not really.
I'm going to go and look for a silver lining now.
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