fuck this job.com

As I was on my way to work this morning, the Boss' wife chirps me on my cell phone and tells me not to worry, that JA is worried about my attitude and is planning on making it all right by giving me a raise and everything. Now, I knew this was BS, and I didn't for one moment allow myself to hope.

Luckily for me -- as usual -- my instinct proved their veracity. My 'raise' is that my hours are going to extended (as 45 hours a week is apparently not enough) to 50 hours a week.

Wait though. Before I get into that, let me describe this meeting.

First he tries to prove, mathematically, that my 'assistant' is not making more money than me. This is entirely dependent on the fact that I get health insurance. By adding the cost of my health insurance to my salary, it approaches the new guy's salary. Then you add in my $100/month stipend from one of the other companies and I would have eeked him out by like $400.

Problem is, I don't get that stipend any more. So his math sucked.

Second problem is that it shouldn't require an advanced skill in mathematics, as well as projections based on my 'assistant' not receiving the 5 grand in bonuses he's been promised, for me to make more money than him. As a fucking department manager, I should -- by default -- make more than my employees. It shouldn't be a gap that a $100/month stipend can make or break.

But, these problems aside, according to Mrs. JA (who is the sweetest person in the world, as far as I'm concerned), I'm due for something good to happen to me during this meeting... right?

Right?

Oh yeah, wait for it...

Wait for it...

JA: Well, Limp Dick works from Nine to Six, so now you can do that to, and there's your raise.

(mind you, I already work 45 hours a week -- frequently come in on weekends, and work from home).

(also mind you, every hour that I work over 40 a week, my hourly pay rate goes DOWN, not up like a normal human being. So for the duration of these 10 extra hours I work a week, I'll be making $12.50 an hour).

There was more. About how he didn't want to hire me a reasonable, cheap 'assistant' because the company is growing too fast for that. So it makes sense to have two people who think their the IT manager butting heads. About how the competition between us will make things better (bullshit. It will waste time). About how I'm fine as long as Limp Dick doesn't 'become a rising star'.

Like I haven't been a fucking 'rising star' for the past 3 years while I built this piece of this company from the ground up.

So, here I sit. It's 5:43 now. Normally I'd be home petting my cat right now or something. Instead I'm sitting here, in Hell.

So he wants me to work 9 to 6? Fine. I work 9 to 6. No coming in on weekends. No staying late for training classes. No meetings that run over past closing time. My hours are 9-to-6, just like Limp Dick. And those are the hours I intend to work. I'm not even fucking checking E-mail when I get home. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Every time my idiot boss tries to make this thing better for himself, he just keeps making it worse and worse. He really is a fat, stupid, festering puke.