A peek into one of my days:
So on Thursday, I think in the afternoon, I walk into my office and find that the tool has a monitor propped up in his office. You know, so high that I can see the back of it over the wall. "Good gods, what the hell could this be this time?" I wonder to myself. I was thinking he wanted to view two screens at once for... something, and that was the (lame) way he decided to configure them.
No. It was worse.
The tool decided on Thursday that he'd been having severe lower back pain and that he needs a new, special, office configuration. So he went ahead and set up his office himself so that he could stand up while he "worked". He is also saying that he needs the Department to buy him special equipment so he can work that way all the time.
Now, has he had an ergonomic assessment? No. Has he filed an OSH report? No. Does he even have a doctor's note? NO.
So basically, he eavesdropped on my wrist and back problems, saw that I get a shiny new keyboard (which, incidentally, isn't all that expensive) and that I wear a brace (which I paid for myself) so boy oh boy he has these problems too! Except I take the trouble to try to do everything properly; filling out the inane reports, seeing a doctor and then describing my treatment plans, etc., and he just bucks the system and goes straight to asking for goodies. WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE.
The worst --the absolute worst-- part was that I could see his stupid head while sitting at my desk. Not enough so that he could actually see into my office, but it still made me feel like he was watching me. Especially since whenever I would move I could tell he was trying to see what I was doing. Arg! So I complained about that part. I told Chantal that I could not and would not work like that. If one of us had to move our offices so that he could get his (hack!) new set-up, so be it, but I was not going to have him leer at me all fucking day for the rest of my time here.
I guess the boss talked to him about it or something because it was all down on Friday. And not once did he ever --either before or after-- mention anything about back pain. Except of course, right after he'd changed his set-up and was asking for new equipment.
I hate him so much. You know he is just going to whine and whine to get new toys, and he'll probably get them just to get him to SHUT UP, and then he'll use that to support a claim that he has a "disability", which he'll claim for all job applications. He already plays up the stupid native thing, so why not that too??
Can I reiterate that he is a total fucking asshole, a waste of flesh, and an all-around piece of shit?
I don't know what I'm going to do if I get one of the jobs I'm applying for and he tries to whine about his problems to me. It is only the fact that I am just a term (that, and trying to keep things nice for the boss) that I am able to hold myself back now. If those were gone, I don't know what kind of vitriol-barrier could possibly be left.
No. It was worse.
The tool decided on Thursday that he'd been having severe lower back pain and that he needs a new, special, office configuration. So he went ahead and set up his office himself so that he could stand up while he "worked". He is also saying that he needs the Department to buy him special equipment so he can work that way all the time.
Now, has he had an ergonomic assessment? No. Has he filed an OSH report? No. Does he even have a doctor's note? NO.
So basically, he eavesdropped on my wrist and back problems, saw that I get a shiny new keyboard (which, incidentally, isn't all that expensive) and that I wear a brace (which I paid for myself) so boy oh boy he has these problems too! Except I take the trouble to try to do everything properly; filling out the inane reports, seeing a doctor and then describing my treatment plans, etc., and he just bucks the system and goes straight to asking for goodies. WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE.
The worst --the absolute worst-- part was that I could see his stupid head while sitting at my desk. Not enough so that he could actually see into my office, but it still made me feel like he was watching me. Especially since whenever I would move I could tell he was trying to see what I was doing. Arg! So I complained about that part. I told Chantal that I could not and would not work like that. If one of us had to move our offices so that he could get his (hack!) new set-up, so be it, but I was not going to have him leer at me all fucking day for the rest of my time here.
I guess the boss talked to him about it or something because it was all down on Friday. And not once did he ever --either before or after-- mention anything about back pain. Except of course, right after he'd changed his set-up and was asking for new equipment.
I hate him so much. You know he is just going to whine and whine to get new toys, and he'll probably get them just to get him to SHUT UP, and then he'll use that to support a claim that he has a "disability", which he'll claim for all job applications. He already plays up the stupid native thing, so why not that too??
Can I reiterate that he is a total fucking asshole, a waste of flesh, and an all-around piece of shit?
I don't know what I'm going to do if I get one of the jobs I'm applying for and he tries to whine about his problems to me. It is only the fact that I am just a term (that, and trying to keep things nice for the boss) that I am able to hold myself back now. If those were gone, I don't know what kind of vitriol-barrier could possibly be left.