This fat tub of lard that I work for has got to go. I'm tired of being worked like a slave every day. See, my boss has a very firm deadline to get things done, and he puts it off every. damn. year.
Each year, we slide in right under the deadline and get the job done, and we all celebrate and eat and drink for a week or two. He gives us all a two week break, and we're back at our workstations refreshed and ready to go. This piece of crap takes like two or three more weeks off, going God knows where (without his wife, I might add) and stumbles into work about a month-and-a-half later. Meanwhile, we sit around twiddling our thumbs waiting for our directives. Once he finally sobers up and detoxes off all the sweets, we're like a month behind schedule.
We ask him what we should work on and he feeds us some line about seeing what the market gives us this season and then it's another two weeks of sitting in his office, with only visits from his 'nieces', as he calls them.
Finally, he bursts out of his office and gives us our plans for the year and we get to work. About a week later he figures out that we're all waaay behind and starts making us work weekends and holidays and staying late. I missed my kids getting their easter baskets, this year, even though that hack hardly ever come though with anything worthwhile. ooooooooh, an egg. we're soooo impressed .....
So, now we stay late nights and work our fingers to the bones trying to meet this deadline again, while fatso stands over us struggling to breathe and smelling like old milk.
I know what you're saying. Why don't you just quit? I wish it was that easy. First of all, relocation is a bitch. No one is really looking for a house in our neighborhood. Secondly, me and my family have been in this business for a really long time, and I don't have any other marketable skills, really.
Thanks for letting me vent. He'll probably call me into that saloon he calls an office because he'll see that I sent this message, but he can't fire me. I know too much. I swear, I think the dude watches us when we sleep ...
Each year, we slide in right under the deadline and get the job done, and we all celebrate and eat and drink for a week or two. He gives us all a two week break, and we're back at our workstations refreshed and ready to go. This piece of crap takes like two or three more weeks off, going God knows where (without his wife, I might add) and stumbles into work about a month-and-a-half later. Meanwhile, we sit around twiddling our thumbs waiting for our directives. Once he finally sobers up and detoxes off all the sweets, we're like a month behind schedule.
We ask him what we should work on and he feeds us some line about seeing what the market gives us this season and then it's another two weeks of sitting in his office, with only visits from his 'nieces', as he calls them.
Finally, he bursts out of his office and gives us our plans for the year and we get to work. About a week later he figures out that we're all waaay behind and starts making us work weekends and holidays and staying late. I missed my kids getting their easter baskets, this year, even though that hack hardly ever come though with anything worthwhile. ooooooooh, an egg. we're soooo impressed .....
So, now we stay late nights and work our fingers to the bones trying to meet this deadline again, while fatso stands over us struggling to breathe and smelling like old milk.
I know what you're saying. Why don't you just quit? I wish it was that easy. First of all, relocation is a bitch. No one is really looking for a house in our neighborhood. Secondly, me and my family have been in this business for a really long time, and I don't have any other marketable skills, really.
Thanks for letting me vent. He'll probably call me into that saloon he calls an office because he'll see that I sent this message, but he can't fire me. I know too much. I swear, I think the dude watches us when we sleep ...
