One day at Samsumg...
Mood:  sad
Now Playing: with my ear wax.
Topic: Work Rants
I’ve decided to write out my whole day! From morning, afternoon, and evening. So you have a clear picture of my mental state as the day goes by.

10:45 am

Sitting here reading a fan fictions after getting bored with cosplay.com’s forum It just hit me! I have a pretty sweet job (in theory). I do nothing all day and get paid. The boredom is slowly consuming me to the ninth gate of corporate BS hell—turning me into an ever more lazy ass person, but *shrug* details detail.

Operation Get Fired!

Abby, My life line and co-worker had been trying to get fired for over two weeks now—she’s my idol! *starry eyes* I thought she’d be gone in a week but NOPE not in the underworld hell of Samsung; it’s not possible to get fired here ‘cause no one cares. ABOUT ANYTHING! People, come in to work at any giving time in the morning (apparently, 8:30 shift translate to “ah, come in anytime between 8”30-9:15” oh! Must have missed that memo) All the guys here where jeans everyday with golf shirts, the call centre people talk to each other for the better part of the shift yelling across cubical while people are still on the phone to customers, everyone bitches about Samsung’s policy, equipment or professionalism, everyone, including me, openly makes jokes and comments about the stupidity of the Samsung consumer, and well pretty much pack up and boot it outta here 20 minutes early every night. AND no one get even a stern taking to. I’m really at a loss for words.

12:34 pm

WAHH!! They, the evil Samsung, made me take my drawings off my desk!!! Some big shot from Korean is visiting and apparently (man, I say apparently I a lot, apparently.) he may be offended by little doodles of cartoon Japanese characters….boo. I dunno why but I feel SO depressed now.

My co-workers loved my drawings always asking if I have new ones, or if they can have one, oh, one guy wants to scan them—what for…not sure and if I speculate I’ll probably think of something dirty. They’re sad for me—I can’t even smile—my desk is so boring. When the day drag on I’d look at my drawings and it made me happy. Well, if they wanted a sad employee to represent their great Canadian head office then they have one. Me.

2:22 pm

I’m still pissed about the drawings I can’t have anything around here! I need a pen I have to go though office red tape like it’s some huge deal! It’s a pen! HELLO! Need one to work! No employee has access to the supply room so you have to ask your supervisor to ask HR (or someone else on the 10 floor) to bring down a pen, a flippin’ pen! No, wonder people here steal each others stuff.

When I first came here I noticed this one pair of scissor balancing off of Yves’s cubical but thought he just wanted it there. Nope, it’s the whole department’s (of over 30 personnel) bloody-shared-one-pair-of-scissors. WTF? Just give us the damn key! What the hell do you think we’re going to do, actually get some work done be productive ‘cause we have the tool to do so without wasting 50 minutes accusing each other of stealing (umm… I mean “misplacing”) the one pair of scissors! God, damn I hate this place!

NOTE: I'm stopping here 'cause if I dno't the whole blog will be "I hate Samsung" so *wave* byebye for now kiddies until monday!