I Caved In Like A Wet Pussy
I fucking agreed to supervise again. Dr. Speed = Pussy.
Background:
We had this giant meeting at work with one of the Regional Managers and he's talking about "The Culture Of Change" and how we should get as much money as we can because we deserve it and the only way to do it is to treat employees right so that they'll work harder and our scores will go up and we'll get these fat ass bonuses just like last year, because the L.A. offices always come out on top and we're not gonna stop now.
So we managers are sitting around this big ass table in the main conference room, and Regional Manager is telling this story and that story and I'm bored and I'm thinking about my conflict with my boss and this new conflict with this psycho chick manager that I've allowed to develop, and this psycho bitch really is a psycho bitch, and that seems to be the kind of women that I attract, and Regional Manager is going on and on and he is saying that we, as managers, have to communicate with our people and find out how we can get even better than we already are, and then he gives this instruction on how to do it, and then Regional Manager says that he has been around a long time and he can read people and body language like a book and he points to me and he asks me if I'm on-board with him and I mumble yes, because now I'm pissed off about being singled out in a room full of 30 managers, and Regional Manager goes, "Don't just say it because I'm here." So I stand up in front of all these jokers and loudly proclaim that "I'm with him 100% and I only know how to tell the truth, and is that clear enough?!" and that takes him aback, because he wasn't fucking expecting that, and he leaves me alone and wraps up his presentation.
So we go back to work, and around noonish, I receive a phone call directing me to the secondary conference room, and we managers have another meeting and my boss wants to know how HE can make it a better place to work at, and how can HE improve the work environment? So, I hung back, and let the others express themselves, and then I told my boss that he needs to help me understand his management style. And he loudly responds, "I will do that!" The meeting droned on and on, and I finally walked out. Around 2, he calls me into his office, and he closes the door behind him, and he asks me what do I mean about his management style? And it's the just the 2 of us, so I should feel free to speak my mind.
So I tell the guy that he uses a chaos style of management, and he likes to keep shit stirred up, and he fucking likes to see motherfuckers (his employees) on edge, and that scares the living shit out of me. And what the fuck kind of way is that to run a fucking business?
So he tells me that I'm wrong, and we have this super long ass discussion that touched on all these different points, (including psycho bitch, who is loudly complaining to anyone that'll listen to her crazy ass that I am "unapproachable") and then, then, he asks me to supervise for him again.
So I tell him that I'm scared to supervise for him because we both know that he is going to say or do some shit that attacks my work ethic, and I'm too fucking stupid and ornery to know when to back down, and he's going to have to end up calling security and having me escorted out of the building, and goddamit, I have a mortgage and teenagers and I don't need that shit, so why in the fuck would I ever supervise for the guy ever again.
But in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, this is like, the third time he has asked me to come back. So, he either has a set-up waiting for me, or he really needs me and wants me back.
So then he proceeds to apologize for that fucked up shit that he said before, and he tells me that he never had to check up on me or my people, and he has total confidence in my managerial skills, and then he drops the bomb that, "Brian, you know how to manipulate these females around here into doing whatever you want them to do." And I know fucking well exactly what he is talking about. And he is like, "I don't understand it, but I admire it. You can use that."
So, I accept his apology, because it appeared to be genuine this time, and I agreed to supervise for him again. I don't know where, or when, yet, but I told him to keep psycho bitch away from me, and I never mentioned to him that the first hint of bullshit from him, and I will stop supervising, and return to my office post-haste.
Background:
We had this giant meeting at work with one of the Regional Managers and he's talking about "The Culture Of Change" and how we should get as much money as we can because we deserve it and the only way to do it is to treat employees right so that they'll work harder and our scores will go up and we'll get these fat ass bonuses just like last year, because the L.A. offices always come out on top and we're not gonna stop now.
So we managers are sitting around this big ass table in the main conference room, and Regional Manager is telling this story and that story and I'm bored and I'm thinking about my conflict with my boss and this new conflict with this psycho chick manager that I've allowed to develop, and this psycho bitch really is a psycho bitch, and that seems to be the kind of women that I attract, and Regional Manager is going on and on and he is saying that we, as managers, have to communicate with our people and find out how we can get even better than we already are, and then he gives this instruction on how to do it, and then Regional Manager says that he has been around a long time and he can read people and body language like a book and he points to me and he asks me if I'm on-board with him and I mumble yes, because now I'm pissed off about being singled out in a room full of 30 managers, and Regional Manager goes, "Don't just say it because I'm here." So I stand up in front of all these jokers and loudly proclaim that "I'm with him 100% and I only know how to tell the truth, and is that clear enough?!" and that takes him aback, because he wasn't fucking expecting that, and he leaves me alone and wraps up his presentation.
So we go back to work, and around noonish, I receive a phone call directing me to the secondary conference room, and we managers have another meeting and my boss wants to know how HE can make it a better place to work at, and how can HE improve the work environment? So, I hung back, and let the others express themselves, and then I told my boss that he needs to help me understand his management style. And he loudly responds, "I will do that!" The meeting droned on and on, and I finally walked out. Around 2, he calls me into his office, and he closes the door behind him, and he asks me what do I mean about his management style? And it's the just the 2 of us, so I should feel free to speak my mind.
So I tell the guy that he uses a chaos style of management, and he likes to keep shit stirred up, and he fucking likes to see motherfuckers (his employees) on edge, and that scares the living shit out of me. And what the fuck kind of way is that to run a fucking business?
So he tells me that I'm wrong, and we have this super long ass discussion that touched on all these different points, (including psycho bitch, who is loudly complaining to anyone that'll listen to her crazy ass that I am "unapproachable") and then, then, he asks me to supervise for him again.
So I tell him that I'm scared to supervise for him because we both know that he is going to say or do some shit that attacks my work ethic, and I'm too fucking stupid and ornery to know when to back down, and he's going to have to end up calling security and having me escorted out of the building, and goddamit, I have a mortgage and teenagers and I don't need that shit, so why in the fuck would I ever supervise for the guy ever again.
But in the back of my mind, I'm thinking, this is like, the third time he has asked me to come back. So, he either has a set-up waiting for me, or he really needs me and wants me back.
So then he proceeds to apologize for that fucked up shit that he said before, and he tells me that he never had to check up on me or my people, and he has total confidence in my managerial skills, and then he drops the bomb that, "Brian, you know how to manipulate these females around here into doing whatever you want them to do." And I know fucking well exactly what he is talking about. And he is like, "I don't understand it, but I admire it. You can use that."
So, I accept his apology, because it appeared to be genuine this time, and I agreed to supervise for him again. I don't know where, or when, yet, but I told him to keep psycho bitch away from me, and I never mentioned to him that the first hint of bullshit from him, and I will stop supervising, and return to my office post-haste.