Prime Candidate for a Heart Attack II : Revenge of the NHS Management Team
WankersAll of them
I get grief from squabbling women and weak-willed men all day. I’m caught in the crossfire of arguments and am in danger of falling foul of my own success at work.
I’m good at my job – and I’m happy to say it, though all too recently I feel obliged to say this more often as I don’t get the respect I deserve....If it isn’t the Crow pecking away at me then its some other bastard who’s useless at their job. Two grown women...(we’ll call them Iona and Enny) don’t like each other’s management style. Enny is young attractive, managerial in the “new/hip” sense of the word, does “lunch” and doesn’t mind using acronyms, run charts or flashing her ample cleavage at work to get her way, though her tendency to expect everyone to do as she says....NOW!!! and wrap herself in “disclaimer e-mails” (you know, the ones that are written in bullet point stating every possible truth, fact and have been meticulously plotted for 18 weeks and sound like your signing a declaration of marriage just by pressing the ‘open’ button) do not go down very well with co-workers. Iona, on the other hand, is very out-and-about, flamboyant, calls everyone Luvvy, thinks men are all wankers and women are worse, but tends to be rather erratic and whips people needlessly into frenzied panics, and will tell you that if she thinks you’re a twat then she “Bloody Well Will (fuckers)”
Iona and Enny do not like each other. Iona is particularly vocal about this. Said managers have to “liase” with each other regarding a project that muggins has to do the stats for. The NHS isn’t particularly reknowned for its trailblazing regarding collecting numbers (as the public don’t like us, yet they wouldn’t have a fucking health service still if it weren’t for us) however, being good at my job, I use my flair and try to do the best with what I have. A minor issue about whether we can have more than 100% of something has escalated into something akin to the American Civil War and I’m the puppet they’re fighting over to back their case. When I can’t provide either with what they want as soon as their fingers snap then I get berated. I’d see my manager, yet he has to remain neutral, and this would undoubtedly result in my “carrying on doing what I’m doing and keeping the peace”.....needless to say he is a weak-willed man.
What compounds things more is that my boyfriend (a level-headed, responsible home-owner, car driver, law-abiding citizen) has ditched a management position of a similar madcap-driven shop for a (he’ll kill me for saying, but) glorified cleaner and cook for a third less salary. His house is being rented out which covers his mortgage and gives him extra money on top. He has no other bills to pay out other than his mobile and house insurance. He loves his job and would do it for free. He gets to travel around the country, see different things, meet different people, enjoy his life and have all that money (as he doesn’t spend it on bills etc). I earn twice as much as he does, yet after buying a can of paint and a reel of electrical cable to renovate my crumbling “investment” of a flat, I have nothing to show for it – no money – no happiness – and blue walls. I hate my job...well the job would be ok were it not for the c*nts I have to work for (the girls I work WITH {apart from the Crow} are my saviours) I hate coming back home (in the loosest sense of the word), stress for about 2 hours about work – reinacting what I SHOULD have said to those bastards during the day, cry because my boyfriend isn’t here to help take the pain away, then phone Powergen after sending me a fucking letter AGAIN for more money after agreeing on the phone that I was right and that they owe ME money, and then I drink myself into oblivion, pass out and then wake up shitty and tired the following morning and it all happens again....Groundhog Day at its finest
The parrot lady is banging again as are the dumptrucks that seem to thunder past the house every two minut
Random Thought: No thoughts today....they’re far too noisy
Last modified: Tuesday, February 17th, 2026 at 10:00am
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