An individual who accepts their meager existence in back-offices and gray cubicle rows until they dissipate into pure anonymity but now has an insignificant title change. Frequently excreted on by the rest of the company as a human cesspool, they lurk in the hazy glow of asinine spreadsheets and fruitless excel recreation. Individuals suffering from this syndrome have been known to cope with their existence by extended lunches at ill repute bars playing buck-hunter and talking about how they are "under appreciated". Severe psychological damage and alcoholism are the most commonly experienced byproducts.
Scott B. is not management material, he had a 15 dollar break which shows how poor of a senior fund accountant he is.
And here is our back-office, they are the piece-of-shit (POS) senior fund accountants who crunch our numbers.
And here is our back-office, they are the piece-of-shit (POS) senior fund accountants who crunch our numbers.
by lolololol2000 February 12, 2015
A GPS for seniors. Not only does it give directions, it also reminds you why you went there in the first place!
Senior GPS: "You have reached your destination. Don't forget to pick up milk, aspirin and your prescription!"
by LrDanGA August 13, 2021
head of the chain of command of jobbers in your local area. SJI, then JOB, then JIT..jit means job in training who hasn't yet reached the rank of job. SJI is the highest rank of job you can reach.
by L dumpaaaaaaaa March 2, 2009
by Watson42 October 17, 2011
Wow. Natalia has always been a boss ass b!tch, and now our clients will know when we add 'senior associate' to her signature panel in her emails.
by anon4545 January 14, 2021
Seniority gets you whatever you want other than someone who is older than you, even when they call dibs
by Micheal the Chase Man February 23, 2021
The burning hate,
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
the burning hate that you despise,
the hate.
You hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,
you can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You hate the pent up anger
that you release into the world to handle,
but you don't care,
but deep down under the hate, you do.
You hate the sadness,
almost.
You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.
You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You hate the confusion,
the haze you live behind,
your mind,
a prison.
Every night
you dread the next day,
and what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
but hardly does it help.
The headache, stomachache, muscle aches,
pain to the bone.
Pain,
inside and out,
merciless, unforgiving,
indescribable.
You forget what it's like to
smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
be what you used to be.
And what you hate the most
is the stress,
the hair yanking,
indescribable stress
so severe, everlasting,
the hate you take every day,
that you absorb,
the burning hate that you despise,
the hate.
You hate the tired, the draining exhaustion that burns,
you can't get rid of it, no matter how much rest.
You hate the pent up anger
that you release into the world to handle,
but you don't care,
but deep down under the hate, you do.
You hate the sadness,
almost.
You have too many emotions to tell.
You are alone, no matter how much someone loves you.
You are alone, almost scared.
Almost.
You hate the confusion,
the haze you live behind,
your mind,
a prison.
Every night
you dread the next day,
and what lies ahead.
Sleep heals,
but hardly does it help.
The headache, stomachache, muscle aches,
pain to the bone.
Pain,
inside and out,
merciless, unforgiving,
indescribable.
You forget what it's like to
smile, laugh, be loose, be fun, be social,
be what you used to be.
And what you hate the most
is the stress,
the hair yanking,
indescribable stress
by Tskeen06😉 March 9, 2023