cardsfansince82 wrote:He started crying and also lied and said he was diabetic.
Get the [expletive] out of here.
Tears streaming down his face. The best part is the lady that sits next to him actually is diabetic and everyone knows it because she doesn't participate in any of our food days. A real diabetic knows better than to depend on other people for food.
I have tears streaming down my face right now laughing about that whole sequence.
Crying because a free lunch is a half hour late is something a 2 year old might do, not anyone over the age of, say, 6.
cardsfansince82 wrote:He started crying and also lied and said he was diabetic.
Get the [expletive] out of here.
Tears streaming down his face. The best part is the lady that sits next to him actually is diabetic and everyone knows it because she doesn't participate in any of our food days. A real diabetic knows better than to depend on other people for food.
I have tears streaming down my face right now laughing about that whole sequence.
Crying because a free lunch is a half hour late is something a 2 year old might do, not anyone over the age of, say, 6.
You also have to factor in the conservative Glenn Beck angle. A person who rallies against dependence on big government throws a temper tantrum and lies when a free lunch is 30 minutes late.
Once upon a time I worked for an attorney who was just too busy to look at anything I did. If we had an appellate brief due tomorrow, he wouldn't look at any of my drafts until 6pm tonight. He'd make sure to read it before I went home for the evening, then he'd come in my office to ream me out for not writing it the way he would've, if he actually wrote things. Then we'd spend all night reworking it in his image. Usually it would be in the 1-3am range when "we" were done, and he'd berate me for not getting things done sooner, or having done things the way he would've done them.
At that point, I'd generally point out that I had drafted our brief a week before and sent him a copy, left a copy on his desk, left him message asking for his feedback. I'd ask that next time we had a filing deadline, we discuss our strategy and have our revisions done in advance so that we aren't doing the same thing, frantically reworking everything at 2am.
And it would happen again every time. I'd be given full responsibility (and blame) for every assignment, but no autonomy to just write and file the goddamned thing the way I wanted to write it.
I don't work for that [expletive] anymore. Professional life has never been better.
The lady who wore shawls, microwaved fish every day and hung inspirational Christian posters everywhere was pretty awesome.
I don't have a problem with inspirational Christian posters, but it really goes without saying that you shouldn't put them in the lobby of your secular workplace.
heyzeus wrote:Once upon a time I worked for an attorney who was just too busy to look at anything I did. If we had an appellate brief due tomorrow, he wouldn't look at any of my drafts until 6pm tonight. He'd make sure to read it before I went home for the evening, then he'd come in my office to ream me out for not writing it the way he would've, if he actually wrote things. Then we'd spend all night reworking it in his image. Usually it would be in the 1-3am range when "we" were done, and he'd berate me for not getting things done sooner, or having done things the way he would've done them.
At that point, I'd generally point out that I had drafted our brief a week before and sent him a copy, left a copy on his desk, left him message asking for his feedback. I'd ask that next time we had a filing deadline, we discuss our strategy and have our revisions done in advance so that we aren't doing the same thing, frantically reworking everything at 2am.
And it would happen again every time. I'd be given full responsibility (and blame) for every assignment, but no autonomy to just write and file the goddamned thing the way I wanted to write it.
I don't work for that [expletive] anymore. Professional life has never been better.
My hated coworker (and a whole bunch of other people) also brings a rolling carryon luggage thing to work every day. We don't have laptops and don't take any work home. I have no idea why he could possibly need it or what is kept in there.
heyzeus wrote:Once upon a time I worked for an attorney who was just too busy to look at anything I did. If we had an appellate brief due tomorrow, he wouldn't look at any of my drafts until 6pm tonight. He'd make sure to read it before I went home for the evening, then he'd come in my office to ream me out for not writing it the way he would've, if he actually wrote things. Then we'd spend all night reworking it in his image. Usually it would be in the 1-3am range when "we" were done, and he'd berate me for not getting things done sooner, or having done things the way he would've done them.
At that point, I'd generally point out that I had drafted our brief a week before and sent him a copy, left a copy on his desk, left him message asking for his feedback. I'd ask that next time we had a filing deadline, we discuss our strategy and have our revisions done in advance so that we aren't doing the same thing, frantically reworking everything at 2am.
And it would happen again every time. I'd be given full responsibility (and blame) for every assignment, but no autonomy to just write and file the goddamned thing the way I wanted to write it.
I don't work for that [expletive] anymore. Professional life has never been better.
I would slit my wrists. What a douchehammer.
It's not too surprising that he was a douchehammer in other respects as well. When my wife and I got trapped in Thailand on our honeymoon due to protestors taking over the only international airport in the country (there's an old thread about it somewhere here), he docked me pay because I was gone from work for more days than I had yet accrued vacation time. A nice welcome home.
My hated coworker (and a whole bunch of other people) also brings a rolling carryon luggage thing to work every day. We don't have laptops and don't take any work home. I have no idea why he could possibly need it or what is kept in there.
Probably guns.
I guess if we are sharing stories I have to say my new "boss" is going up high on the list of people I hate. Thank God I'm only part time here. Other then taking a thriving business that I built with a whole lot of hard work and risked every dollar I had to buy and build only for him to spend six months ramming it to the ground, it turns out he's just an [expletive] too.
Probably not so coincidentally he is also a Glen Beck fan. Claims to be a boot strapper and treats his employees like they are worth nothing. Oh yeah and for his boot strappiness, well he inherited a farm, and his fathers furnature store, which he ran into the ground. Real bootstrappy.
So the run up to memorial day is our busy season. When I owned the place we needed to churn out about 15 memorials a week to keep up. Since we have only sold 20 memorials this year so far it isn't tough to keep up. So the boss has been extra douchy with his free time. Like the case of the Smith memorial (not the real name obviously). It was a cluster [expletive] of a design but I'm a pro at this sort of thing and when I did the computer design of it I had it looking good. So good that Mrs. Smith who is a complete [expletive] herself loved it. So it comes time to actually do the carving and the boss decided nothing is right and he is going to change all of it. He completely [expletive] up my design and the end result was complete and utter crap. So of course Mrs. Smith is pissed and reads him the riot act. Then he comes in yelling at me and I just walked out. He did call and apologize but I told him he needs to find a new designer yesterday. I'm done.
Oh and as soon as my no compete is up, I'm starting my own company again, hiring my old employees back and crushing this mother [expletive].
