Names unchanged. Fuck 'em.
Under the heading "you've GOT to be fucking kidding me..."
Wednesday I come in to work to find my boss's boss (Aaron) at my desk. "We have a meeting today," he says. It's suppose to be at 10 or 10:30, and is to introduce the "database" I've been working on to the CEO who's in town for the day. When my boss (Shanon) comes in, I confirm the time. When the time comes up, I'm told by Aaron, "Never mind, we don't need you there after all."
Later that day, the CEO - in a "town hall meeting" with the employees just had to compliment Shanon and Aaron on their impressive database. Yeah. Next time kiss me first, guys.
The next morning. Shanon introduces me to a new employee in Data Management. Nice to meet you, John. I'm then told that I'll be handing over the blood and sweat of my last two months, what has come between me and my journaling, my friends, and my family, to this schmuck. The database is no longer mine. I am to transfer ownership of it to John.
Problem, as identified the following day: John - while being a competent programmer, I'm sure - doesn't know diddly fuck about the crap-ass program I had to use to put this monster together. So I get to "keep" the database for the next month. During that time, I will finish making changes and updates and lock down the database into a "final" format. During that time, I will also be training John on doing this half of my job. Fucker.
The good news: Shanon isn't stupid, and he's rather wisely sucking my ass left and right in a lame and "far too little FAR too late" effort to make up for the fact that he's a snake. Aaron, a VP, is on tip-toe with me for the last three days. It's like they're both expecting me to have a meltdown, torpedo the database and fire-bomb the office. So their ass kissing is having a poor effect on me for two reasons:
#1. If you are going to do something, good bad or otherwise, have the balls to stand behind it. Don't pussy-foot around the people you screw over. If you haven't got the balls to do what you have to do, then don't DO it! Stand aside and let someone with a spine handle things.
#2. Insult to injury. Maybe I have reason to be angry, and maybe I don't. That's beside the point. I am a professional, and a good person. I'm not going to sabotage something I worked so hard on, I'm not going to do anything to hurt or hinder the people I work with who had no hand in this mess, and I built a ROCK SOLID application... There's nothing I CAN do to it that they can't undo, with a little effort and time, and some careful thought. Acting as though they are afraid of what I might do is more than a little insulting. First they fuck me over, and then they as much as tell me that they think I'm a bad person?!???!?!?!? Whatever, you pricks.
Wednesday I come in to work to find my boss's boss (Aaron) at my desk. "We have a meeting today," he says. It's suppose to be at 10 or 10:30, and is to introduce the "database" I've been working on to the CEO who's in town for the day. When my boss (Shanon) comes in, I confirm the time. When the time comes up, I'm told by Aaron, "Never mind, we don't need you there after all."
Later that day, the CEO - in a "town hall meeting" with the employees just had to compliment Shanon and Aaron on their impressive database. Yeah. Next time kiss me first, guys.
The next morning. Shanon introduces me to a new employee in Data Management. Nice to meet you, John. I'm then told that I'll be handing over the blood and sweat of my last two months, what has come between me and my journaling, my friends, and my family, to this schmuck. The database is no longer mine. I am to transfer ownership of it to John.
Problem, as identified the following day: John - while being a competent programmer, I'm sure - doesn't know diddly fuck about the crap-ass program I had to use to put this monster together. So I get to "keep" the database for the next month. During that time, I will finish making changes and updates and lock down the database into a "final" format. During that time, I will also be training John on doing this half of my job. Fucker.
The good news: Shanon isn't stupid, and he's rather wisely sucking my ass left and right in a lame and "far too little FAR too late" effort to make up for the fact that he's a snake. Aaron, a VP, is on tip-toe with me for the last three days. It's like they're both expecting me to have a meltdown, torpedo the database and fire-bomb the office. So their ass kissing is having a poor effect on me for two reasons:
#1. If you are going to do something, good bad or otherwise, have the balls to stand behind it. Don't pussy-foot around the people you screw over. If you haven't got the balls to do what you have to do, then don't DO it! Stand aside and let someone with a spine handle things.
#2. Insult to injury. Maybe I have reason to be angry, and maybe I don't. That's beside the point. I am a professional, and a good person. I'm not going to sabotage something I worked so hard on, I'm not going to do anything to hurt or hinder the people I work with who had no hand in this mess, and I built a ROCK SOLID application... There's nothing I CAN do to it that they can't undo, with a little effort and time, and some careful thought. Acting as though they are afraid of what I might do is more than a little insulting. First they fuck me over, and then they as much as tell me that they think I'm a bad person?!???!?!?!? Whatever, you pricks.