I hope I'm in the right place. I found this Tribe accident and it seems so right for the times. My job blows. As I'm sure most of you are in the same boat, or you wouldn't be here.

My job blows in that Office Space sort of way. As a matter of fact, I have a red stapler on my desk. I get asked to do the most ridiculous things, which is tolerable. But I am asked to do them 3 times by 3 different people. There is no orginization or communication at our office. When people move to another desk, its like they vanished for days before someone realized. Simple stupid office stuff...but I'm being tame with my words...cause I'm tired.

Here's a little tidbit: Today was a typical day where I wandered the office like some damn fool with a fax in hand looking for its rightful owner. If I don't do that (as opposed to just letting fax owner pick up his own faX), the owner of the company, a seagull manager, wets himself that there is unclaimed faxes on the machine. I mean, who really gives a shit? If its that important they'll come looking for it. Doesn't this guy have more important things to worry about? He's running a fucking company for Chrissakes, don't worry about the fucking faxes. Fucker!

AGH!

Sorry to rant...but thanks for feeling the love for jobs that SUCK!