Stupid CoWorkers

Ok, none of you have to work with someone as overpaid and dumb as the chick my boss hired! She hired her “bestest friend” that had gone on stress leave after not even working 3 months at another company! She is so stupid I wish I could buy a “that was stupid” button at Staples and wrap it up and give it to her! She cannot even handle simple tasks without getting all “flustered” (her own word, not mine) and it agitates the hell out of me and the other workers that she got started at a high salary with zero experience and she cannot get anything done! Absolutely as useless as a tit on a turkey! Someone, please take her off our hands…please!!!!

Stupid CoWorkers

I am an Indian man in my early 30s who came to Melbourne in the hope of finding good employment. I have been a pastry chef for over 10 years now, and was able to get a job with Laurent Bakery at the factory in Clayton – a well respected pâtisserie. I signed a contract and they helped me get my visa to stay in Australia.

Stupid CoWorkers

I am an ex-military, former teacher that is currently enrolled in a BSN program. I am 35 years old and I am a male. I am appalled at the number of people that are taking care of patients that have this viewpoint on their chosen profession. For the patient’s sake I hope the quality of care you are providing is not reflected by the disdain you hold for your field. I got out of teaching because of the pay, the parents, and the requirements that are added every year to teachers. If you don’t like what you do, LEAVE! It is that easy! I made a conscious choice to move on in my life to a profession I am looking forward to start practicing shortly. It was a hard decision to make because I enjoyed what I was doing. The majority of people on here “hate” what they are doing so the decision should be easy. Make room for those entering the field and save us the displeasure of meeting a negative, self-centered, uncaring individual. Move on and make us and yourselves happy

Stupid CoWorkers

Why is it that when I come in first thing in the morning that you are in my cubicle on my phone like this is the communal desk. To give you a subtle hint, I place my purse and my lunch in front of you and I go to the washroom hoping you’ll be off the phone when I get back. But you’re not. You keep on gabbing in an animated voice and when you finally do get off you proceed to tell me who you were talking to and what you were talking about.

I DON’T CARE!!!!!!!