Flaming Bags of Pooh
Mar. 26th, 2008 12:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ifeelbetterSo I have the passive-aggressive-est of passive-aggressive supervisors in the whole wide world. I haven't checked personally every inch of the globe so there might be someone in some corner of some tiny country whose supervisor is the size of a parrot and actually sits on their shoulder, commenting on every single thing they do and asking for every conversation to be re-sent in e-mail form so they can have a carbon copy. This could be true. However, I think mine should go pretty far up the list -- top ten material, at least.
Complaint, the First:
We work in one tiny room, all 7 of us. There is barely room to stretch. We are able to look at anyone else's computer by merely moving our head the slightest fraction and YET she INSISTS on e-mailing. Not the stuff you actually NEED written confirmation for -- dates for meetings, lists, suggestions, oh no -- she wants the e-mails FOR EVERYTHING. While I am on a subway coming to work, she will E-MAIL ME to ask where I am. I AM ON A SUBWAY ON THE WAY TO WORK AND WE DO NOT HAVE INTERNET CAPABILITIES ON NY SUBWAYS, NOW DO WE? No, we do not. So why e-mail me? Because she wants a "hard copy" of the question.
Complaint, the Second:
So we all have hour-or-more commutes into work. We were all told, in our initial interviews, that this was a relaxed working environment, especially about timekeeping. This is a NON-PROFIT and we are all VOLUNTEERS, after all. We get paid less than minimum wage for this. So she has started calling, e-mailing, and sending text messages to us when we are more than five minutes late. BUT WE ALL TAKE TRAINS. None of those devices work while UNDERGROUND or UNDER A RIVER, which runs between this city and OUR HOMES.
Complaint, the Third:
I admit my complaints will get increasingly unreasonable the further I go. Be warned. You are stepping into irate crazy territory here. But the third complaint is that face she makes all the time. It's a half-smirk-half-condescension. As if every smile actually means, "Ha ha I got you to do work for me, you miserable worm" -- but in Face Language. And phrasing every demand with "Could you just ----? Thaaaaanks" is one of the most miserable, soul killing ways to talk in the world. Why not say, "Please do -----. Thanks." Why the long, nasal, drawn out, "Thaaaaaanks"?!
Complaint, the Fourth:
This job is killing my soul.
Who would have thought that after having worked at a meat=packing plant -- where I had to wake up at 3 AM every day, slave away without sitting in a freezer all day, and pick the occasional cocktail sausage out of my cuffs and sleeves and hair at night -- and a pizzeria of doom -- where I got a burn that looked so much like a suicide attempt that I once scared a professor into not yelling at a class by her catching a glimpse of it -- who would have thought that after ALL OF THOSE THINGS, a year in a non-profit would suck my soul dry?
Now, to explain the title of this entry:
inthehardrive: i make take out a hit on her
inthehardrive: do you happen to know anyone who will pop an annoying supervisor?
glamourcharmcat: next time she suggests something, ask 'can i get that in writing?'
glamourcharmcat: and say this very loudly
glamourcharmcat: so everyone else will laugh
inthehardrive: oh, i've done that level
inthehardrive: i need to up the anty
glamourcharmcat: flaming bags of poo?
inthehardrive: yes!
inthehardrive: you've got it!
inthehardrive: now -- where does one GET flaming bags of poo?
glamourcharmcat: you have a dog =P
Complaint, the First:
We work in one tiny room, all 7 of us. There is barely room to stretch. We are able to look at anyone else's computer by merely moving our head the slightest fraction and YET she INSISTS on e-mailing. Not the stuff you actually NEED written confirmation for -- dates for meetings, lists, suggestions, oh no -- she wants the e-mails FOR EVERYTHING. While I am on a subway coming to work, she will E-MAIL ME to ask where I am. I AM ON A SUBWAY ON THE WAY TO WORK AND WE DO NOT HAVE INTERNET CAPABILITIES ON NY SUBWAYS, NOW DO WE? No, we do not. So why e-mail me? Because she wants a "hard copy" of the question.
Complaint, the Second:
So we all have hour-or-more commutes into work. We were all told, in our initial interviews, that this was a relaxed working environment, especially about timekeeping. This is a NON-PROFIT and we are all VOLUNTEERS, after all. We get paid less than minimum wage for this. So she has started calling, e-mailing, and sending text messages to us when we are more than five minutes late. BUT WE ALL TAKE TRAINS. None of those devices work while UNDERGROUND or UNDER A RIVER, which runs between this city and OUR HOMES.
Complaint, the Third:
I admit my complaints will get increasingly unreasonable the further I go. Be warned. You are stepping into irate crazy territory here. But the third complaint is that face she makes all the time. It's a half-smirk-half-condescension. As if every smile actually means, "Ha ha I got you to do work for me, you miserable worm" -- but in Face Language. And phrasing every demand with "Could you just ----? Thaaaaanks" is one of the most miserable, soul killing ways to talk in the world. Why not say, "Please do -----. Thanks." Why the long, nasal, drawn out, "Thaaaaaanks"?!
Complaint, the Fourth:
This job is killing my soul.
Who would have thought that after having worked at a meat=packing plant -- where I had to wake up at 3 AM every day, slave away without sitting in a freezer all day, and pick the occasional cocktail sausage out of my cuffs and sleeves and hair at night -- and a pizzeria of doom -- where I got a burn that looked so much like a suicide attempt that I once scared a professor into not yelling at a class by her catching a glimpse of it -- who would have thought that after ALL OF THOSE THINGS, a year in a non-profit would suck my soul dry?
Now, to explain the title of this entry:
inthehardrive: i make take out a hit on her
inthehardrive: do you happen to know anyone who will pop an annoying supervisor?
glamourcharmcat: next time she suggests something, ask 'can i get that in writing?'
glamourcharmcat: and say this very loudly
glamourcharmcat: so everyone else will laugh
inthehardrive: oh, i've done that level
inthehardrive: i need to up the anty
glamourcharmcat: flaming bags of poo?
inthehardrive: yes!
inthehardrive: you've got it!
inthehardrive: now -- where does one GET flaming bags of poo?
glamourcharmcat: you have a dog =P
