work waffle

Well, I have known for a while that my boss could not be trusted, I believe the correct description of his personality is "sociopath". His grandiose sense of self worth is ridiculous, every employee is basically "his item, his slave". Bought and paid for. His children have the same ideals as him, they get dumped with us when they finish work and repeatedly tell us "my daddy owns you". One of my colleagues prevented one of the little bastards from getting injured in the work environment and nearly lost her job for "touching the child" when she'd infact moved the child behind her to stop a dog attacking it. A thankyou wouldn't have gone far would it? Personally I'd have let the child get mauled.

Today I found out my boss owes me over a grand, money I will never see. Money that I need. He's been cheating me out of money while paying me below minimum wage (which is allowed when you're a trainee). I'm having to take a second job because of lack of money, and all the while he's complaining of lack of funds while shipping his whole family off for three weeks in the caribbean. I am tempted to remotely hack into his computer system and blitz his computer with one badass virus.........but alas, his computer doesnt work of it's own accord, and he has no idea what "virtual memory" is, so I suppose watching him get slowly more stressed about the fact it's taking twenty minutes to load up is payback of a sort.

Now, I'm writing this while in a mini rage.....induced by the fact I work nights occasionally, without pay (another clause sneakily placed into my contract - I have since learned that reading a contract more thoroughly will prevent situations such as this), and last night I did just that....and nearly ended up putting myself on IV metoclopramide rather than the animal we had in for intensive care treatment. I also had to work my usual day shift today, while looking like death warmed up, actually the merry scythe wielder may in fact have looked sexier than I today, I also may or may not have mistaken the table for someone when I walked into it earlier as I apologised to it. D'uh! My boss came in with a smile on his face having had a decent 8-10 hours sleep, and picked me as his shadow today knowing I was on my 26th hour of work without sleep. Needless to say I bricked it. Especially when I was asked to put an animal to sleep, by injecting into the tongue (a site generally reserved for when animal's crash on the table and adrenaline needs administering ASAP), I could see myself shaking from nerves and lack of sugar (and possible caffeine withdrawal). His face was mere centimetres from mine as I inserted the needle into the vein and pulled back on the syringe, I think we both gasped when blood came back indicating I could proceed with overdosing the animal with an anaesthetic. He expected me to fail, like he expected me to fail with taking radiographs, like he always expects failure. Today the only thing he could fault me on were the bags under my eyes, because I had obviously left my concealer at home......honestly, when working a night shift, who takes concealer with them?

Sometimes, being the underdog pays off when you see the surprised glances.