Actually, Monday through Wednesday at about 6pm.
Monday. We get data that takes ffffffffffforever to arrive, finally shows up like 10 or 11 pm. (I’m supposed to go home at 8). I begin to run the process, and it claims it will finish sometime Wednesday. Ack! One of my co-workers, Robert decides to be extra bonus childish, and rat out another co Joel for spending time in the computer dept. Feh. Rat-finks and tattletales should get squashed like bugs, then discarded. (Ratting someone out over something serious, like hurting someone else, that’s another story.)
Tuesday management steps in, and proceeds to take a bad situation and make it worse. The folks who are supposed to request the way things are to be done gave me a trainee, who knew nothing about what was needed. I had to play quiz kids with him for quite a while, every step of the way, which slowed the job down to a tragic molasses pace. To make matters worse, once all of the needs/requirements were ironed out, the boss, who up until this point had nothing to do with the situation begins following the job from point to point, critical of every step, calling people stupid, accusing folks of deliberately sabotaging the process, being verbally abusive and actually yelling at points. (fortunately not at me. the owner is a huge bully, and is incapable of being that obnoxious to someone larger than himself. He’s about 6’3, and maybe 250 lbs. Not used to bigger people.) Anyhow, he verbally urinated on Tuan, probably the most devoted and tolerant person I know. Tuan laughed to the bosses face, and quit. Good for him!
Wednesday. Boss calls morning meetings, (this is 2nd hand, as I come in at noon) and slows us down even more. Asks why we didn’t have meetings, yells about how everyone except him is a moron that couldn’t ever do anything right. I come in, and as my immediate boss, a swell guy, what the score is. He tells me ‘ Tuan gone, boss is in dire need of some mental help.’ The owner made folks that weren’t actively involved cry, or just general upset due to being near that foolishness.
If I could pick one person to throw under a bus…. well let’s just say I know a guy I’d choose. A villain, a blackguard, a cruel, vile cur, needing blunt head trauma, preferably at 500 psi or more.
Back to actively seeking a good job. Too much time spent lingering at that spiritual bunghole.
