Open Ass, Insert Head
I'm torn about my boss (the guy with the document shredding spawn)... he's a nice guy. He's easy to talk to. He knows I'm late by eight to 15 minutes everyday and doesn't care because I get the shit done and do whatever he asks of me. He has a constant supply of tasty cookies on his desk and in the time it takes to eat two of them, can be warped to my way of thinking on just about any subject.
That said, sometimes he manages to fuck up beyond belief and I get screwed over it.
Today I find myself driving through rain and hellacious traffic to attend some training that is duplicitous to training I've already had. In fact, the training was an intro to skills I've been using professionally for eight years. I could give this training. But someone higher up tells him that warm bodies are needed to fill seats and I must attend. So I go there. I left extra early from my house, drive through rain-slicked streets, pass two accidents and get passed by numerous emergency vehicles. FORTY MINUTES TO GO 2.5 MILES AT ONE POINT! Finally arrive to the training to be greeted by several of my coworkers standing outside. Apparently, we're not on the list.
A quick call into the bossman reveals why: he apparently misread his boss's demands for attendance at the NEXT training event, not this one. I get back to the office, and he shows me the printed email (idiot PRINTS all his email) and it clearly indicates he is to force staff into the next training, NEXT YEAR.
Oh, but to one day outlive everyone else and work my way into middle-management.
That said, sometimes he manages to fuck up beyond belief and I get screwed over it.
Today I find myself driving through rain and hellacious traffic to attend some training that is duplicitous to training I've already had. In fact, the training was an intro to skills I've been using professionally for eight years. I could give this training. But someone higher up tells him that warm bodies are needed to fill seats and I must attend. So I go there. I left extra early from my house, drive through rain-slicked streets, pass two accidents and get passed by numerous emergency vehicles. FORTY MINUTES TO GO 2.5 MILES AT ONE POINT! Finally arrive to the training to be greeted by several of my coworkers standing outside. Apparently, we're not on the list.
A quick call into the bossman reveals why: he apparently misread his boss's demands for attendance at the NEXT training event, not this one. I get back to the office, and he shows me the printed email (idiot PRINTS all his email) and it clearly indicates he is to force staff into the next training, NEXT YEAR.
Oh, but to one day outlive everyone else and work my way into middle-management.
posted by Jake Barnes @ 12:34 PM
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