I had a good conversation with my manager today. It started with him coming by and telling me that I didn't do something that I had already done. You see, he's super duper ultra hardcore crazy interested in communication. As a result, he makes us write blogs and comment on them and then copy those comments and email them and if there is a bug ticket for it, then paste it into there as well. All in 30 seconds, because you know, that all it takes to do all that load of shite. Terms like arse-biscuits come to mind when I think of the crap he makes us do.
So anyway, senior director nutjob came by and said that I didn't do something that I oh most certainly did. I'd like to think that I have a fairly patient and understanding demeanour about me and I don't usually get that mad. But, this time, he had gone one step too far. Its one thing to ask me, hey did you do x, and if I didn't, say, well, why was it not done and a WHOLE other pile of shite to come by and tell me I didn't do something and give me his wisecracks about it...
So, I dug up the email I sent (in this case to an ISV) and printed that out. Then, I found the blog post that I wrote about it, the comments I made on it since it was originally posted and printed that out as well. Then I left it on his desk and waited.
He showed up after a while, and in that time, I had just gotten more mad. It didn't help that idiot geiger was bothering me with some incessant whine about something I couldn't give a feck about. Which brings me to an aside. Let me digress for a second and let you know that I am thinking of creating a 'words of wisdom from the geiger' type blog. Let me know what my faithful reader(s) think.
I went into herr senior director's office and shut the door and had a long conversation with him. At times, I thought I was going to yell. But I didn't. I made it quite clear to him that I was not buying any of his usual bullshit. He comes up with bullshit faster than you would think. Apparently his frustration with something else was what he was taking out on this issue. He gave me all sorts of excuses for this and that and tried every which way to blame me for this. Well, you didn't do x, or had you done y this way, blah, blah, blah.
I told him that he got rid of (I used those words as well as drove away) people I liked working with and has not replaced them with anything useful (read geiger). He gave me more excuses; budget, we made offers, guy didn't accept etc etc... And then, he gives me this lovely pearl of advice: most of the times when one fails or is close to failing, it is a LOT easier to blame someone else rather than take responsibility for ones own decisions. And in this case the someone else was senior director nutjob.
For those who know me, I am fairly good at accepting fault and making up for my mistakes. Rarely do I blame someone else for something I did. I see no value in that. I am not going to pretend like I am some sort of genius and can do better than everyone else or something like that. If I screw up, I will say I screwed up, apologise and then figure out how to get out from there. I told him that as well. But the prick, he kept going; he kept going on about some bullshit or the other about stuff I can't even remember. He went over every person that I mentioned he had driven away and gave me reasons why they left. Words like bitter, angry, not delivering what was asked of them were the themes.
What was funny about that piece of the conversation was that he was finding a reason for every one of those people/situations that involved something other than him... which sounded familiar to me. Oh wait, its the, when-you-fail-its-a-lot-easier-to-blame-someone-else routine. From the makers of bullshit and bullshit pro, manufacturers of crap de jure. The fact is, about 15 people have left since he got here. That's no coincidence. That is not someone being bitter or angry. That's an instance of 'add one scoop of nutjob and see shit happen'. I'd like to add that every one of those people who I've met (about 8 of them) seem to be in better situations (tough economies aside) and happy. Like hooray,-my-new-company-gave-me-a-mac-book-pro happy or the, my-new-manager-doesn't-make-me-blog-useless-things happy.
Anyway, I told senior director nutjob that I am looking for work elsewhere because I don't feel like anything I do is useful here. I also told him that he has no concept of time. He kept bringing up how he's doing 20 different things and works 20 hours a day and I told him that's fine, but I am not doing that. He also clarified what geiger's role was. In essence, he is a box checker and nothing more, so I will treat him as one. He will get boxes to check and things to follow up on and stuff to chase after. I am going to make sure he spends less time staring at his finger nails and more time doing somewhat useful work.
So, a word of advice... when dealing with me, please check and ask before accusing me of not doing X or something of that nature. At some point, I will get to where I will snap. I am not going to get physical or anything... I am not that big and I do know that if I punch a hole in the wall, it will hurt me more... but that doesn't mean I won't think of doing it... And, you can be certain that I will wish you the worst kind of explosive diahhroea known to man... one that will afflict you for a month whilst you are run over by buses and bitten by rabid dogs.
In summary, I hate my job, I hate senior director nutjob and I will have a VERY large smile on my face the day I give him my 2 weeks notice. I am looking forward to that day.
So anyway, senior director nutjob came by and said that I didn't do something that I oh most certainly did. I'd like to think that I have a fairly patient and understanding demeanour about me and I don't usually get that mad. But, this time, he had gone one step too far. Its one thing to ask me, hey did you do x, and if I didn't, say, well, why was it not done and a WHOLE other pile of shite to come by and tell me I didn't do something and give me his wisecracks about it...
So, I dug up the email I sent (in this case to an ISV) and printed that out. Then, I found the blog post that I wrote about it, the comments I made on it since it was originally posted and printed that out as well. Then I left it on his desk and waited.
He showed up after a while, and in that time, I had just gotten more mad. It didn't help that idiot geiger was bothering me with some incessant whine about something I couldn't give a feck about. Which brings me to an aside. Let me digress for a second and let you know that I am thinking of creating a 'words of wisdom from the geiger' type blog. Let me know what my faithful reader(s) think.
I went into herr senior director's office and shut the door and had a long conversation with him. At times, I thought I was going to yell. But I didn't. I made it quite clear to him that I was not buying any of his usual bullshit. He comes up with bullshit faster than you would think. Apparently his frustration with something else was what he was taking out on this issue. He gave me all sorts of excuses for this and that and tried every which way to blame me for this. Well, you didn't do x, or had you done y this way, blah, blah, blah.
I told him that he got rid of (I used those words as well as drove away) people I liked working with and has not replaced them with anything useful (read geiger). He gave me more excuses; budget, we made offers, guy didn't accept etc etc... And then, he gives me this lovely pearl of advice: most of the times when one fails or is close to failing, it is a LOT easier to blame someone else rather than take responsibility for ones own decisions. And in this case the someone else was senior director nutjob.
For those who know me, I am fairly good at accepting fault and making up for my mistakes. Rarely do I blame someone else for something I did. I see no value in that. I am not going to pretend like I am some sort of genius and can do better than everyone else or something like that. If I screw up, I will say I screwed up, apologise and then figure out how to get out from there. I told him that as well. But the prick, he kept going; he kept going on about some bullshit or the other about stuff I can't even remember. He went over every person that I mentioned he had driven away and gave me reasons why they left. Words like bitter, angry, not delivering what was asked of them were the themes.
What was funny about that piece of the conversation was that he was finding a reason for every one of those people/situations that involved something other than him... which sounded familiar to me. Oh wait, its the, when-you-fail-its-a-lot-easier-to-blame-someone-else routine. From the makers of bullshit and bullshit pro, manufacturers of crap de jure. The fact is, about 15 people have left since he got here. That's no coincidence. That is not someone being bitter or angry. That's an instance of 'add one scoop of nutjob and see shit happen'. I'd like to add that every one of those people who I've met (about 8 of them) seem to be in better situations (tough economies aside) and happy. Like hooray,-my-new-company-gave-me-a-mac-book-pro happy or the, my-new-manager-doesn't-make-me-blog-useless-things happy.
Anyway, I told senior director nutjob that I am looking for work elsewhere because I don't feel like anything I do is useful here. I also told him that he has no concept of time. He kept bringing up how he's doing 20 different things and works 20 hours a day and I told him that's fine, but I am not doing that. He also clarified what geiger's role was. In essence, he is a box checker and nothing more, so I will treat him as one. He will get boxes to check and things to follow up on and stuff to chase after. I am going to make sure he spends less time staring at his finger nails and more time doing somewhat useful work.
So, a word of advice... when dealing with me, please check and ask before accusing me of not doing X or something of that nature. At some point, I will get to where I will snap. I am not going to get physical or anything... I am not that big and I do know that if I punch a hole in the wall, it will hurt me more... but that doesn't mean I won't think of doing it... And, you can be certain that I will wish you the worst kind of explosive diahhroea known to man... one that will afflict you for a month whilst you are run over by buses and bitten by rabid dogs.
In summary, I hate my job, I hate senior director nutjob and I will have a VERY large smile on my face the day I give him my 2 weeks notice. I am looking forward to that day.
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