But I’m nonetheless sitting here feeling pretty proud of myself about the current no-win situation I find myself in.
I recently got reassigned to a new boss. I’d heard rumor and innuendo about him. But I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. I’m glad I did, but he proved himself to be exactly what the rumors said he was.
No real surprise there.
He doesn’t like me much, again no big deal. I can work for someone dutifully and still wish to see them disembowelled slowly with one of those inquisition torture thingys. I wouldn’t actively cause someone like that harm, unless they messed with me first. But as long as we managed to have mutual respect for each other things would be fine.
However, once that line is crossed… all bets are off.
Well, the new boss has been working very hard at crossing that line.
Thus far I’ve been pretty mellow.
The other day he hauled me into an office and told me that my work wasn’t up to par. I thought, “OK, perhaps that’s true,” I also thought “Of course, had you bothered to tell me what your expectations were then perhaps we’d be further along here.”
Anyway, he blathered on and on, I sort of tuned him out… Until he said something about a personal improvement plan. In the corporate world such plans are shorthand for You’re SCREWED bucko.
Now, he had my complete attention.
What he was talking about is that I’ve been doing my job. But he’s of the philosophy that I should be answer only one question per phone call then moving on to the next phone call. I was of the impression that we were supposed to actually Help.
Apparently, I was incorrect.
As I listened to the remainder of his blathering, deep inside me there was a stirring. My rage monster shifted and started to wake up. “Uh Oh,” I thought. “Gotta stop that from happening.” To maintain my calm I thought about the fact that less than 24 hours earlier I’d signed a lease on the apartment.
“That’s gonna cost a pretty penny to break,” I realized. I also thought about the fact that twenty four hours earlier, and I’d simply have stood up and said, “FUCK YOU With broken glass” then left the building. I’d have given notice at my apartment and allowed my rage to burn itself out loading a U-Haul and returned to the mountains and my home, calmed down and turned the job search into a full time job.
I found out today, that a similar event happened on Monday. Another person was in a similar situation, like me, he thought he was doing a good job, helping people. But the management was displeased that he wasn’t blowing our clients off and making them call back multiple times in a day for the same problem.
In his case, he told the management, ” This meeting is over.”
He got up over their objections and threats, then gathered his stuff and walked out.
Oh if only I hadn’t signed that lease, it would have made one hell of a statement to have two people walk out at the same time for the same reasons.
The impending Exodus might be amusing to watch while I’m waiting for my ship to come in.
I’m smart enough to play the game, I’m enough of a chameleon to pull it off, and I’m amoral enough to not feel guilty about being disingenuous.
I can do this… For a while longer.