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Ew icky.
Bossman accepted a job for my most loathed of bourgeoisie builders. I will call him il Pappaggallo (The Parrot) or the Big Head. The Big Head is finishing a cottage in the Maskoka area. We'll leave Monday morning around five, drive 3-4 hours north, then take a boat to the island and stay there for three days, working for about 10-12 hours a day, and return on Wednesday. It has pain-in-the-ass written all over it.
The Big Head magnifies my classicist ire against the bourgeoisie. I find him to be of the most inauthentic character. He'll take what you say and repeat it to somebody else like he thought of it (hence Lupo likened him to il pappaggallo). As a manager he doesn't know how to designate the goal and delegate responsibility and then back off. Instead he gets in there and feels compelled to get involved in the *how*; change whatever it is you are doing, the way you are doing it, ruining your rhythm, or make you do it twice, and then acts like he was the one who did it all in the end. He also has a large, gargantuan head. Whatever happens to be on his mind of that big head at any moment is what your should have been doing the moment before.
Tony the Bricklayer's strategy was to decide how he was going to do something, then tell the Big Head the opposite way of doing it. Thus the Big Head, under the psychotic compulsion to interfere, will then tell him the right way (aka Tony's way) to do it and Tony could get on with his job. When I saw him coming I used intercept him with a question; something that maybe I did need to know. That way he would get to fulfill his egoistic compulsion to say something, anything, and that sidetracked him so he wouldn't interfere in my task.
Not the way to manage people. I hate being in proximity to him, let alone on an island.
But he is The Money. Therefore he can do what he wants and his craziness is supported by sycophants or those who don't have money. Last time he paid like clockwork.* He could be future work. Bossman commented that I could get an extra $5 an hour which could mean almost a week's pay in three days, and that would make up for some days off last week because of cancellations. I would also work with other carpenters (oh yes, there could be another half dozen stinky farty tradesmen's butt-cracks there), which can expose (*shutter*) me to new carpentry rules and techniques. The change of venue and scenery could be adventurous too.
Part of me hopes he's luring us there to hunt us for sport.
*Of course, it wasn't his money. He managed to spend $30 million on a house that should have cost $10 million. He must have been making a percentage and how he got that contract I have no idea.
Bossman accepted a job for my most loathed of bourgeoisie builders. I will call him il Pappaggallo (The Parrot) or the Big Head. The Big Head is finishing a cottage in the Maskoka area. We'll leave Monday morning around five, drive 3-4 hours north, then take a boat to the island and stay there for three days, working for about 10-12 hours a day, and return on Wednesday. It has pain-in-the-ass written all over it.
The Big Head magnifies my classicist ire against the bourgeoisie. I find him to be of the most inauthentic character. He'll take what you say and repeat it to somebody else like he thought of it (hence Lupo likened him to il pappaggallo). As a manager he doesn't know how to designate the goal and delegate responsibility and then back off. Instead he gets in there and feels compelled to get involved in the *how*; change whatever it is you are doing, the way you are doing it, ruining your rhythm, or make you do it twice, and then acts like he was the one who did it all in the end. He also has a large, gargantuan head. Whatever happens to be on his mind of that big head at any moment is what your should have been doing the moment before.
Tony the Bricklayer's strategy was to decide how he was going to do something, then tell the Big Head the opposite way of doing it. Thus the Big Head, under the psychotic compulsion to interfere, will then tell him the right way (aka Tony's way) to do it and Tony could get on with his job. When I saw him coming I used intercept him with a question; something that maybe I did need to know. That way he would get to fulfill his egoistic compulsion to say something, anything, and that sidetracked him so he wouldn't interfere in my task.
Not the way to manage people. I hate being in proximity to him, let alone on an island.
But he is The Money. Therefore he can do what he wants and his craziness is supported by sycophants or those who don't have money. Last time he paid like clockwork.* He could be future work. Bossman commented that I could get an extra $5 an hour which could mean almost a week's pay in three days, and that would make up for some days off last week because of cancellations. I would also work with other carpenters (oh yes, there could be another half dozen stinky farty tradesmen's butt-cracks there), which can expose (*shutter*) me to new carpentry rules and techniques. The change of venue and scenery could be adventurous too.
Part of me hopes he's luring us there to hunt us for sport.
*Of course, it wasn't his money. He managed to spend $30 million on a house that should have cost $10 million. He must have been making a percentage and how he got that contract I have no idea.