I hate my boss. But I only hate Tiny Tim because he hated me first and is not afraid to show and make it clear to everyone in the office. He also hates women and blondes in general, which is not a good thing for me. I am also about a foot taller than him and waaaaaaaaaaay smarter than him. So he probably feels threatened by me- the smart blonde Amazon who is a good ten or fifteen years younger than him. What a fucking pussy!
The new guy, Steve, is a guy. So Tiny Tim loves him. Steve has been here about a week and TT knew his name on the first day. TT only knew mine after three weeks. I have been at Daimler Chrysler for about three months and understand the business and how things are done at the company. I also have an MBA. Steve only has a BA. Today, I was helping Steve get acquainted with some of the systems we use, how to create an expense report, and those kinds of things. Because I am a nice person. Then Tiny Tim saw this and had to call Steve into his office. He wants Steve for work on a forecasting plan for him! Steve doesn't even know what a forecasting plan is, let alone how to create one! And he admitted it! Grrrr...I'll probably end up doing it and Steve will get the credit.
Seriously, what the fuck!?!?!?! Don't get me wrong, I like Steve. He's a nice guy. And Tiny Tim would have treated any other male in that position in the exact same way. So it's nothing again Stevie ole boy. But still, it is so not fair. And it's not just me. Tiny Tim treats all the women in the office like shit. He pushes them off his calendar to make room for the men. His AA was in a really bad car accident and he didn't even ask her if she was okay! In fact, he told her not to come into work because all the phone calls she would have to make would be a nuisance to him. I told my dad some of this stuff, and he goes, "What a neanderthal!" I love my dad.
Now the big question is, what is my game plan? How do I deal with this bull shit in a graceful and effective manner? My answer is work my ass off and let the results speak for themselves. I try to let my results speak for themselves. When I am not busy, I ask the AAs and other people in the office if there is anything I can do to help them. (But I am worried that this will give Tiny Tim the impression that I should be an AA...not that there is anything wrong with being an AA, but it is not what I want to be.) I try to be one of the first to get in the office in the morning and one of the last to leave at night. I am just going to do everything I can to show Tiny Tim that I am smart and capable and the type of person he wants on his team. And if that doesn't work, he can go fuck himself. I hope that if he reproduces (which let's all hope he doesn't- his kids would be the most fucked up little dwarfs), that he has daughters and this will change his way of thinking. But you know what, either way he will be sorry. In a few years when I am his boss, he will be sorry. I'll send his ass back to Detroit and put him in some horrible "penalty box" job.
On a side note, I know long have "The Tank" (aka the Commander). I know have a fully loaded Dodge Charger STR8...425 horsepower, 420 pound feet of torque, 6.1 liter V8 Hemi...oh yeah! And it does 0 - 60 in 4.5 seconds...it has a timer, so I know this from experience!
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