I love a good train wreck
A while ago I described my bosses as picking out fabric for the curtains on the Titanic.
Anyone who says "A least things can't get worse" should get their Pollyanna butt into my workplace, that attitude would change mighty fast.
My boss called me into his office for one of our little "you attitude sucks" talks. Since I'm addicted to futility, (I enjoy smoking in the rain) I pointed out that if we were still having these conversations, perhaps the problem isn't just me.
I was informed otherwise. It's me, all me, all the time.
Hmmmm, perhaps it is just me.
So then, two days later, there was the meeting with my immediate boss and my boss. This devolved into shouting, name calling, and other such pleasantries. I tried to make myself clear, I explained what was stressing me out and why I felt like I had been given the biggest shit-sandwich in the store. I was told I was wrong, that is not what was stressing me out, and that everyone worked harder than I ever would. If I was frustrated with my job it was my fault. At least the parts that weren't Dennis' fault. (Dennis being my immediate boss).
Then the realization hit, my boss wasn't lying. HE BELIEVES THE BULLSHIT THAT HE"S SAYING! He believes that if I would stop adhering to company policy, stop asking for the resources to do my assigned job, and stop pointing out his inconsistent behavior, everything would be fine.
I had nothing to say. Any of you who know me know that's a rare occurrence.
I give up. At least when things go to hell in a beaded handbag (Chanel I hope) I have a decent severance coming.
Anyone who says "A least things can't get worse" should get their Pollyanna butt into my workplace, that attitude would change mighty fast.
My boss called me into his office for one of our little "you attitude sucks" talks. Since I'm addicted to futility, (I enjoy smoking in the rain) I pointed out that if we were still having these conversations, perhaps the problem isn't just me.
I was informed otherwise. It's me, all me, all the time.
Hmmmm, perhaps it is just me.
So then, two days later, there was the meeting with my immediate boss and my boss. This devolved into shouting, name calling, and other such pleasantries. I tried to make myself clear, I explained what was stressing me out and why I felt like I had been given the biggest shit-sandwich in the store. I was told I was wrong, that is not what was stressing me out, and that everyone worked harder than I ever would. If I was frustrated with my job it was my fault. At least the parts that weren't Dennis' fault. (Dennis being my immediate boss).
Then the realization hit, my boss wasn't lying. HE BELIEVES THE BULLSHIT THAT HE"S SAYING! He believes that if I would stop adhering to company policy, stop asking for the resources to do my assigned job, and stop pointing out his inconsistent behavior, everything would be fine.
I had nothing to say. Any of you who know me know that's a rare occurrence.
I give up. At least when things go to hell in a beaded handbag (Chanel I hope) I have a decent severance coming.