Okie Dokie Then!

I haven't written in a long while - for a while there I thought that things were on the up and up. Not to say that they aren't, it's just work related things are just as messed as they have been, perhaps even more so.

What was it that nudged me back into the comfort of this place? Let me lay it out real quick:

1. I found out that my Boss earned $1.4m over three years, AFTER TAX. (EXCLUDING certain other payments, such as bonuses - this is his bread and butter here)
2. He has not given us bonuses in any of those years, because the company wasn't doing well enough. I suppose he has high standards.
3. I did get a raise, a 70% raise at that. However, that gets me in line with the market (still small money, I confidently assure you) and just so he can get his own back, the reimbursement of one month paid leave which I wasn;t allowed to take, was based on my OLD salary. Just so he could show me who's boss.
4. He's brainstorming, that stupid shit - he now wants to take my career in a totally new direction, by agreeing to major new profitable workloads for himself, and as one of the peons who cleans up his shit, he doesn;t even bother to ask us whether the things he is agreeing to would make sense operationally. So what the fuck am I here for?

What the hell have I learned in three goddamn years? He thinks we are here to do with as he fucking pleases? And he's a smug little bastard too.

He tells me that he is sensitive to his environment and that our mood affects him. Well, you lousy, no good motherfucker, you are the only one woh poisons the atmosphere in this office with your absolutely terrible moodswings, leaving us to put up with your shit.

One of the best aspects of this job would be that he doesn't let us handle certain aspects of the job, thereby slowing down the production line, if you think of it that way. Well, he oftentimes leaves for the day, making us sit in the office, calling him to update on various things, and basically leaving us unable to do any work. So we sit, and wait, and count down.

12-14 hours a day is a long time ot be at work, but 12-14 hours in hell is a lifetime.


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Submitted by killmebilly on Thu, 03/02/2006 - 18:02.

I, like you, are wearing the "handcuffs of potential". If you work for a small(ish) company and get fed just enough, at the last possible second, to keep you coming back for more. "sensitive" = insecure, possibly Narcissistic Personality Disorder. You are his bitch. Keep telling yourself that he can leave you behind at any second, then see if you really care. Or just bitch slap that smug look off this face, do it for the rest of us.