The Scum that is Management

I bet the scum I work for is scummier than the scum you work for!

Wilso- Sure, it was rude of the managers. but why are YOU taking it to heart? Unfortunately, there are people in authority who do not posess the the good manners to show a bit of appreciation. Then again, there are managers who are caring and wonderful.

You could say the same thing for employees. I have dealt with perfectly wonderful, caring staff, and those who were complete nincompoops, and everything else in between.

The point is that it is counterproductive to become so angry.




Wilso- Are you an indentured servant? A slave? If not, and you hate your company so much, you are free to find another that will suit you better.

Why do I hate them so much. Because I have to work for the bastards every day.

Free to move on? Not exactly. You see I work in the biggest steel plant in the southern hemisphere. I've worked there for 21 years. The only skill I've got, and the only job available to me, is as an electrician in a steel plant. Would you like to guess how many steel plants there are where I live?

The people I work for are the most incompetent, arrogant bunch of f**king morons on the face of the earth. We've currently got a clamp on overtime because these idiotic bunch of wankers have somehow managed to get us $5million dollars over budget. That was after a recent staff bonus that bought our manager a $60 000 high performance car. The year before it only bought him a Harley Davidson. We think he's after a house this year. You know what the 9 people in my department got last year as a thankyou for the performance that got this gentleman his new car? A F**KING UMBRELLA.

I also don't think the credit union that I owe $146000 to would be impressed with me leaving my job.

So while I may have the illusion of freedom, I'm as trapped in this job as a high security prisoner is in his cell.

Wilso- So, after all is said and done, these people in your company ARE valuable to you. You need them, much more than they need you.

If you have made the decision that you need to remain on that job, you can do one of two things:

You can continue to bitch and gripe about how miserable the people are.
You can make yourself unhappy and depressed over it, and wallow in self pity. The more that you do that, the more the feelings snowball, and the more angry and depressed you get.

You can decide that this is the place that you need to be, and look to find positive things about the job. Even if there is NOTHING that you like about the job (and I really doubt that it is nothing), it DOES put food on your table, and clothes on your back.

It's all a matter of attitude. As Abe Lincoln said, "A man is as happy as he makes up his mind to be".

Wilso
I never had a job that the management cared less as I was walking out the door. Actually, when I was working night shift running lasar printers at Baybank years ago, I got fed up, walked out the door and my manager chased me out the door begging me to come back, but I knew it was only because the other two people besides myself who worked in the department called in sick and by me leaving, it left him with a ghost department and no one in the building who knew how to run the printers. It all started because my father had just had major surgery and I had called in the night before saying I wasn't coming in because I'd be at the hospital all night. The manager in another department told my manager that he saw me driving down Main street at midnight on his way to work, so my manager questioned me on that and I told him that it wasn't me because I was at the hospital all night. I was so pissed that I went to the other manager, who suposedly saw me the night before and I told him off. My manager then called me into his office and told me that I was fired, but they would give me 3 weeks to find another job, so I told him that he couldn't fire me because I quit. When my manager chased me outside begging me to come back inside I was in tears. I told him that my father was in intensive care and for them to treat me the way they did was cruel, especially since I was one of the best employees they had. I busted my ass for that company and this was the thanks I got, so I told him he could kiss my ass and good luck finding someone to replace me. I also told him he better look for 2 people because he'll never find one person who worked as hard as I did.

Anyway, my point is that ever since then I never ever expected anything less from an employer and believe me when I say "I never got anything more", but atleast I didn't expect it.

When I was bartending, my boss was such an ass that one day that I had to take a very rare day off because my son was sick, my boss had the nerve to come to my house to see if my son was really sick.

Wilso, I could go on and one with these stories, but I think you get the idea. The only thing I expect from any employer is that pay at the end of the week.

I almost didn't have a job last week. Left up to my superintendent I would have been signing redundancy papers, primarily due to the fact that I can't do shiftwork. It was only the intervention of my supervisor that kept me there. the only person remotely connected to management that I've ever had any respect for.

Jeeez Wilso!!! I didn't realize that. I can see why you're so upset.