April 13, 2006
hate your boss?
If you hate your boss, you'd better keep your feelings to yourself, or at least refrain from celebrating his death. If your boss croaks and you go running around the office singing, "Ding, dong the witch is dead," you just might get fired.
In MY humble opinion, the ghoulish dingbat got exactly what she deserved. But that's not what really struck me about this story. I liked this part:
Her activities caused a major disruption in the office, with some shocked employees unable to work as a result of the Plaintiff's celebration.
Just damn! It doesn't take much to make employees "unable to work" anymore. (The pussification of America continues...) Why didn't somebody just stand up and tell the celebrating woman to STF up?
Wait a minute... that's a bad idea. You might be accused of creating a "hostile environment" for the joyous ghoul and end up getting sued yourself. Besides, you don't need to be solving your own problems. That's government's job today.
No, don't do any happy dances if your boss dies. You'd better just stick to writing insulting things about him on the bathroom wall.
(TRUTH UPDATE: I knew that I had made it as a supervisor in the chemical plant when I stepped into a urinal booth at work one day and saw "Rob Smith Sucks Donkey Dicks!" carved into the wall. I am living proof that a person can take a piss while he swells with pride. I figured that if some disgruntled employee hated me enough to write on the bathroom wall about me sucking donkey dicks, then I must be doing something right.)
After reading this post I am now unable to work.
Can I go home now?
I used to know that I was doing a good job as the company first sergeant when I'd read about myself on the walls of the port-a-potties. The poetry wasn't very flattering, but at least my soldiers knew who their 1sg was.
You couldn't have been too bad or it would have been "dead donkey dicks."
When my wife was in graduate school, I happened to see a drawing on the wall of the bathroom in the Anthropology building showing a poor, young student being impaled by a giant screw with "Archeology 102" written on it. I talked to the graduate student who was teaching the course, and asked if he saw it. He grinned and said, "I drew it."
I never really hated any boss enough to wish them dead but I have to admit there were a couple that I didn't piss on their graves just because I hate to stand in line.
So, Rob - do you?
But yeah, a tough reputation is an asset, especially if they add something like "he's a $#@!$#@! but you can count on what sunovabitch says".
My grandfather worked himself up from mill hand to chief management troubleshooter for a chain of sawmills. And was awarded the nickname "Little Hitler" by the workers. The funny thing was, there were quite a few of them that would follow him from mill to mill - they knew he'd work 'em hard, bust their butts on safety regulations and maintainance, and make sure they got the money they deserved.
The funny thing is, it's a self-sorting mechanism. Lazy workers like easygoing bosses. Motivated workers seem to end up (reluctantly) liking the tough-but-fair bastards more.
EVERONE hates the total @#$@#!, but that's a whole different can of worms . . .