my moral standing is lying down
every day i go into work thinking that my boss cannot possibly do anything more stupid than what i've seen him do in the past few years of working with him, and every day he amazes me with yet another stunning example of his complete incompetence.
the most aggravating part of this is not that it makes everything that would normally run smoothly (like the work schedule and the daily orders) get completely fucked up, leaving us understaffed when it's busy, overstaffed when it's slow, out of the sale items and buried in boxes of slowly rotting unbought produce.
the most aggravating part isn't even that he fucks up my schedule every single week, and i have to scramble finding people to fill the shifts i told george i couldn't take months ago.
the most aggravating part is that every once in awhile, when you stumble across a golden opportunity to call george on all of his bullshit and make him own up to being a total fuckass, you can't bring yourself to do it because you realize that he's an almost-retired high school drop-out who's spent over 45 years doing the same thing every day, giving orders because it's the only place in his life where he's ever had any power, slowly going senile and not quite wanting to let himself realize that everyone in his department is just waiting for him to retire so they can stop worrying that he'll catch them making fun of him.
on the plus side, the new produce fad is quoting the shop teacher from an episode of south park by yelling across the department to each other "QUIT SCREWING AROUND! YOU ALL SCREW AROUND TOO MUCH!"
the most aggravating part of this is not that it makes everything that would normally run smoothly (like the work schedule and the daily orders) get completely fucked up, leaving us understaffed when it's busy, overstaffed when it's slow, out of the sale items and buried in boxes of slowly rotting unbought produce.
the most aggravating part isn't even that he fucks up my schedule every single week, and i have to scramble finding people to fill the shifts i told george i couldn't take months ago.
the most aggravating part is that every once in awhile, when you stumble across a golden opportunity to call george on all of his bullshit and make him own up to being a total fuckass, you can't bring yourself to do it because you realize that he's an almost-retired high school drop-out who's spent over 45 years doing the same thing every day, giving orders because it's the only place in his life where he's ever had any power, slowly going senile and not quite wanting to let himself realize that everyone in his department is just waiting for him to retire so they can stop worrying that he'll catch them making fun of him.
on the plus side, the new produce fad is quoting the shop teacher from an episode of south park by yelling across the department to each other "QUIT SCREWING AROUND! YOU ALL SCREW AROUND TOO MUCH!"