I have really enjoyed working under employers who are anal retentive control freaks. Apparently there are people who work in a delusional managerial capacity who have “great” ideas but don’t have the what all to help out on the work themselves. I've been the bottom man on the pyramid long enough to realize that middle management types are the least essential types of people in this world. I work for a place that is filled to the brim with gray unimaginative middle management types; these fallow beings are frustrated that their “skills” aren’t recognized by their contemporaries. Let’s be honest there is ultimately a reason they haven’t progressed past the point of middle management and that’s because they are visionless petty jergoffs lacking self awareness. If a person can come up with a great Idea tm they shouldn’t hobble the implementers of said initiative and except us to get results. All though it surprises me not all in the least that the great dreamer I am dealing with proposed such a monotonous task. I warmly think of the time our personnel liaison and supervisor all came together to finally address my many complaints I had lodged; he sat in silence and acknowledged that he in fact did create a toxic work environment, acted in a churlish immature way, and had little to no people skills.
Why does anyone feel the need to wash one fucking towel in the washing machine on settings that were meant for a much larger cycle of clothes? My current living situation is infuriating; I live with a bunch of mush headed fools whose every action continues to boggle rational thought. It sounds like hyperbole but every time you begin to think they have reached the nadir of irresponsibility they do something that makes you feel like you are chocking on a pretzel whilst falling down a flight of stairs. It’s just exhausting, or maybe I am just easily annoyed but when someone leaves a pot of rice on low for five hours and then leaves the contents out overnight I feel it is only right to yell and scream. Maybe not literally, but dear good what is the thought process. At least the bathroom doesn’t look like Dresden, I can count my lucky stars for that.
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