When someone says, "I need to talk to you! It's very important!"
So you drop everything and go into someone's office and then someone else who is totally your age but acts like they are about 18 or something and is much thinner than you and shows off boobs that they don't really have and acts all breathy and self-important completely pushes their way in and the someone you came to see is all like, "Oh let me talk to Pushy McBitchyface first!"
So then you stand there and it's really ackward and you start feeling like a big dumbass, because you have no idea why someone wanted to see you in the first place and Pushy McBitchyface is going on and on and on about stickers and rainbows and unicorns and crap.
Then, when Pushy McBitchyface is finally done rambling, Mr. I-have-a-penis-so-I'm- more-important-than-you comes barging right in and someone looks at you and says, "I'll talk to you later. I have to talk to Mr. Penis."
And then you say to someone, "It's a good thing my self-esteem is so low or this might really upset me," and someone just laughs like you're funny. Which you are, but you were totally serious when you said that, so it just pisses you off even more.
And then when someone finally bothers to talk to you, you find out it wasn't even important at all.
Don't you hate that?
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I hate that.
A lot.
Me too. I hate that a lot.
One time? I had a boss who absolutely l-o-v-e-d to intimidate the staff; especially the female clerial staff, who felt powerless and low on the totem pole to begin with. This organization invented the words "Good ol' boy network." He was King of the I-have-a-penis-so-I-am-more-important-than-you tribe (they're also related to the You-have-a-vagina-and-thus-need-to-make-me-copies-and-bring-me-coffee tribe). What he would do, whether he had something good to tell you, or something bad -- he'd march over to your desk, stand over you and say, "I want to see you in my office NOW!" So you go, trying not to pee your pants and trembling in your shoes, figuring you were SO going to get fired; everyone else looking at you in pity while you did the Dead-Employee-Walking march across the office to his office. He'd ask you to close the door and sit there and glower at you for a few minutes without saying anything, while you tested the limits of your deodorant. Then he'd either start yelling at you (which of course promptly made you cry) or he'd break out into a smile and tell you something wonderful you'd done. Holy crap. It was the scariest thing ever. And when he yelled? He threw things. Like coffee cups. Once he threw a chair! Shit.
And when he gets really mad and you happen to stray into his path? He makes you go out into the back lot and pick up rocks. No lie! And if you refuse? He fires you for insubordination. Seriously!
Yeah. That's why I don't work there anymore.
He was the owner of the company, so its not like we could complain to his boss! But that was 10+ years ago. Now they have hostile work environment and all that other stuff.
My guess? Is that he still likes to throw his weight around. Once an arrogant bastard, always an arrogant bastard.
I'm so sorry your job sucks so much. I really wish I could go there and kick everyone's ass for you but then I would worry they would link us by our blogs and you would lose your job and though you would love that it would suck due to the current job situation at your house. But just to let you know, I will totally kick ass for you.
You are important. And your time is important. And they're all idiots for not being able to do that math.
that? is also one of those sorry-about-your-peepee moments.
It's time like this that a "step off bitch" comment would be so appropriate, even if he is a dude!
It sounds like an episode of The Office, only it's not funny when you're living it.
Oh, that's so crappy. Kick "someone" in the crotch or woman parts next time, it'll make you feel better. :)
Sounds like it's time for some voodoo dolls...
Yeah, i hate it when that happens. Just like I hate how I've worked for my dad for 13 years, 4 months ago he hires my brother-in-law - who is younger and less experienced than I am - making $15,000 more than I do. Nice. Hope you're enjoying the blog party! Party On!
Vail
Sucks. And, many of us have been there, too.
Only, we didn't have a blog to vent about it on. . . until now! :)
I hate arrogant people, mean people, self-important people, ignorant people, and bullies. So yeah, I probably hate about 75% of your coworkers! I'm sorry.
:o(
Oh sweetheart.
i think that if my boss passed me in the hall he wouldn't even know I was his employee, never mind my name.
That has happened to me on more than once occasion! I finally stopped rushing to find out what was so important. I figured if it is SOO important..they will find me and corner me when they are ready to talk...
Yep, I hate that
I hope things get better for you and Jason soon - we're going through the find hubby a job thing too... it isn't as bad for us though his job isn't going away until July so we have a little time before it gets really bad.
- prayers -
Is your boss my boss too? : )
Actually, I don't just have one I-have-a-penis-so-I'm-more-important-than-you boss(he's just my direct bossman), I have a whole board of directors that suffer from that syndrome.
Sad thing is that the last time they had a female working in the office(as a boss), they pretty much let her do whatever she wanted and she nearly ran the office into the ground. And guess who now gets to pay the price for them not keeping an eye on things back then?
The-one-who-has-a-vagina-so-she-can't-do-anything-but-answer-the phones-even-though-she-knows-more-about-the-way-things-are-done-more-than-we-do. Also known as the-only-one-in-the-office-who-is-going-to-get-screwed-over-when-we-cut-the-health-insurance.
Thank Goodness for blogs, it's so much cheaper than therapy. : )
LMAO. Woman, you need a new job. Sipping drinks on a desert island somewhere with a cute waiter.
People just suck sometimes. Seriously. Evidently, the harder you suck at life, the higher up you are in the organization. Amazing how that works.
Wow, would I be incredibly, hatefully pissed...
you need a new job.
That comes with the benefit of respect.
Yes, I hate that.
Yeah, that pretty much gets on my tits too – and I haven't even got any. Not so much getting shoved aside by some bit of fluff, but just having people push right into the middle of a conversation to talk to the person you're already talking to, like you weren't even there.
Just makes me want light their hair… on fire.
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