Happy little worker-bee.
Boss is getting to me today.
I'm finding out more and more what an obnoxious, passive-aggressive, bastard he can be sometimes. We have these instances where he decides one day that i'm in fact, not his best friend*, and finds ways to push buttons in order to get me rightly pissed off. It's not hard, admittedly, to get me to that point. All you have to do is critique my work ethic** and maybe tell me in a subtle, round-about way that my work is crap, and i'm pretty much a seething waste of space for the rest of the day.
I have done nothing since about 12:30 today. Because, I know that my special brand of Spite is always effective.
I have, in fact, caught up on reading all of my blogs, read some new blogs, gone shopping at B&N, rearranged all of the papers on my desk and e-mailed a bunch of people i haven't spoken to in ages. Also, took this quiz which helped me to realize that i'm certainly going to hell and that i still hate the christian fundamentalists. But who doesn't, really.
Boss has a unique ability to set people up for failure and then tell you what a shmuck you really are. IE: The morning after a snow storm, the building staff is supposed to come in to work at 5:30am, followed by office staff (including me) in the office 1/2 an hour earlier than our regular start time. Fine.
The last snow we had was during the day and stopped before close of business. Workers cleaned up the sidewalks and parking lots before they left; all was fine. The next morning, 2 people showed at 5:30 and the entire staff got called together to be shamed like children. Since everything was done the day before, no one considered having to come in early and consequently, we were all wrong.
Now the easiest thing Boss could have done was tell his staff that he expected to see them at 5:30 in the morning. My interpretation is that he actually chose NOT to, to see who would show up on their own. Why? Why would you do that? This is not a group of self-starters. If they were, perhaps they would not be janitorial staff. No offense of course - I work with these people. I know that most*** of them are not reaching for the stars. It just happens to go with the job description sometimes.
In conclusion, Boss is being a total wretch today and I'm dealing in my own way:
Spitefully: not bettering myself in a manner that he would find pleasing.
Choke on that, bitch.
*As if.
**Which is, of course, superior to most.
***In all fairness, there are a few who are going to school part time or working two jobs.
I'm finding out more and more what an obnoxious, passive-aggressive, bastard he can be sometimes. We have these instances where he decides one day that i'm in fact, not his best friend*, and finds ways to push buttons in order to get me rightly pissed off. It's not hard, admittedly, to get me to that point. All you have to do is critique my work ethic** and maybe tell me in a subtle, round-about way that my work is crap, and i'm pretty much a seething waste of space for the rest of the day.
I have done nothing since about 12:30 today. Because, I know that my special brand of Spite is always effective.
I have, in fact, caught up on reading all of my blogs, read some new blogs, gone shopping at B&N, rearranged all of the papers on my desk and e-mailed a bunch of people i haven't spoken to in ages. Also, took this quiz which helped me to realize that i'm certainly going to hell and that i still hate the christian fundamentalists. But who doesn't, really.
Boss has a unique ability to set people up for failure and then tell you what a shmuck you really are. IE: The morning after a snow storm, the building staff is supposed to come in to work at 5:30am, followed by office staff (including me) in the office 1/2 an hour earlier than our regular start time. Fine.
The last snow we had was during the day and stopped before close of business. Workers cleaned up the sidewalks and parking lots before they left; all was fine. The next morning, 2 people showed at 5:30 and the entire staff got called together to be shamed like children. Since everything was done the day before, no one considered having to come in early and consequently, we were all wrong.
Now the easiest thing Boss could have done was tell his staff that he expected to see them at 5:30 in the morning. My interpretation is that he actually chose NOT to, to see who would show up on their own. Why? Why would you do that? This is not a group of self-starters. If they were, perhaps they would not be janitorial staff. No offense of course - I work with these people. I know that most*** of them are not reaching for the stars. It just happens to go with the job description sometimes.
In conclusion, Boss is being a total wretch today and I'm dealing in my own way:
Spitefully: not bettering myself in a manner that he would find pleasing.
Choke on that, bitch.
*As if.
**Which is, of course, superior to most.
***In all fairness, there are a few who are going to school part time or working two jobs.
posted by claire at
4:14 PM
6 Comments:
i am failing to understand why anyone is expected to show up early if it snows. how does that benefit anyone?
really. i don't get it*.
* because i am thick
By
surly girl, at 3/15/2006 10:31 AM
I probably should have explained that better - you're right.
I'm in the Building Operations department so the guys in my department are resposible for shoveling the snow off the walkways, plowing the parking lots and whatnot so everyone else in the building don't kill themselves walking to the door. The Fancy People who don't wear appropriate footwear in the snow, such as high-healed sandals. Yes. They. Do.
By
claire, at 3/15/2006 12:35 PM
I share your special brand of spite.
It often doesnt hurt anyone but me, but I enjoy it nonetheless.
By
Jess, at 3/15/2006 6:27 PM
But what were they supposed to do in the early 1/2 hour when there weren't any tasks?
It seems very confusing and nonsensical.
There's really nothing worse than a petty person with a little power.
By
Anonymous, at 3/16/2006 12:03 PM
I work with Claire...
Now, not only do I own a SUV, so getting around in horrid weather is easier, but I still do not relish doing it anyway. Nor do I relish coming in a 1/2 hour earlier. Why? We're not doing manual labor, and no one is calling in, because let's face it who in their right mind are going to come in to work when it snows unless they are forced to.
This whole coming in early is just a new ploy to squeeze employees for every ounce of their lives.
And another thing. If my ass is going to be out and about early due to snow....it is going to be in my driveway, making sure it is safe for my mother and aunt to get out as they are elderly.
By
Anonymous, at 3/28/2006 1:51 PM
anon-ro:
damn skippy.
bastards.
By
claire, at 3/29/2006 10:11 AM
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