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The original was posted on /r/maliciouscompliance by /u/SithLordSky on 2025-01-13 21:38:15+00:00.
I've been at my job for about 7 months. All in all, it's a job. I'm a receptionist. A Front Desk receptionist. Sigh. The only saving grace was that I had an amazing manager. She and I figured out the job and the system together, as the lady I replaced left on a Friday, and I started that next Monday. She ended up leaving 2 months ago and I got shuffled to another team. Which is fine. It is what it is, right? Until I got sick.
Friday came one week and the mail was super late so my desk had some clutter because I'm not allowed any OT and I have to leave at exactly 5pm. So I shall comply. I will leave at 5pm/. Monday I was sick with a 24 hour stomach bug and had to call in. I come in Tuesday morning and get told that my space is a sloppy mess and I need to clean everything because it's unacceptable. So whatever, I take the criticism and move on.
A few weeks later, after I had taken two scheduled days of PTO off, I get pulled into a meeting because she can't find anything in my desk and cabinets and I need to organize them in a way that makes sense so people can just come to my desk and not have to search for things. Like what? How? That's honestly impossible. Even if I run around and label things, they're going to have to search through 50 labels to find the one that says, "Manilla Envelopes" like WTF. And one of the first things I did when I got here was reorganize the entire space because there was NO order when I started. Like the manila envelopes were in THREE DIFFERENT LOCATIONS. Oh and I need to make sure I spend 10 minutes at the end of my shift cleaning the desk. Fine whatever, but I can't reorganize for future unknown people, but I'll clean.
Enter today. I had to poop. It happens. Typically once in the middle of my work day. So I go. Well I get 2 messages asking if I'm still in the building because someone came looking for paperwork while I was gone. (I was gone for 12 minutes. And frankly, I don't get my 15 minute breaks so I consider this fair exchange.) And I didn't get them until after I got out of the hall, because I'm not big on phone usage and pooping. Now because my boss couldn't find paperwork that was in clear view on top of a file sorter, I have to let the entire team know when I'm leaving my desk for any reason.
Okay. Suit yourself. Now I'm going to take my 2, 15 minute breaks, and I'll make sure everyone on that team knows when I'm using the bathroom as well. Because that's obviously imperative information. Every piss. Every Shit. Everytime I have to deliver a package or mail to someone in the building. And I'm about to label everything and make this stupid space look like an episode of Looney Tunes with Wile E Coyote and Road Runner.
I'm 100% looking for a new job again. Which sucks. I hate job hopping. God, I miss working from home.
