Let's complain about something else
I could complain about the fact my ears are in pain from the high pitched whine of the two instruments in my lab.
I could complain about my minion who just revealed his stupid trick of the day, which will result in me spending hours hunched over a microscope to undo his mistake.
Instead I'm going to share some good news. My favorite coworker is back from vacation. She is just lovely, kind, helpful, smart, and hard working. She is a joy to be around. I'd forgotten how nice it was to have someone nice and competant to work with. The rest of my lab seems to be one or the other (either nice or smart).
In other good news, I don't have Mr Bob's boss. I'm going to share a story of Mr Bob's boss.
One of Mr Bob's coworkers, a post doc I will call Englishguy got word of a networking event for Europeans in the US, wanting to return to Europe. It was sponsored by a bunch of companies and you apply (send in your resume) and then spend a day and a half being wined and dined and learning about career opportunities in Europe. It's a high scale job fair.
So Englishguy and another post doc applied and were accepted. Englishguy (who works 6-7 days a week, 12 hours a day minimum) sent an email to his boss, asking/telling that they would both be taking two days off to go to the event in a month.
Bosses response via email:
"I can't believe you would ask for time off from a time sensitive project at such a critical time"
To add a little insult to injury, the group summer party (an all day affair) is scheduled for one of those days.
Any other evil boss stories?
posted by Aislinn Sirk @ 5:32 PM
7 Comments:
I had no idea Mr Bob worked for Mean Jean. Can't you make the boss go boom?
Mr Bob's boss is an a-hole.
Does your minion have a girlfriend? Is her name shantheWOman?
Wow Bob, that is quite a nice welcome back you gave me. *grin*
I have tons of evil boss stories. Tons. Since you like to blow things up, I'll leave you with a gas story.
I used to work for a guy who would eat All Bran every single day for breakfast. He would eat it from a big Solo cup and then drink the milk, etc. from the bottom. But it was hard to get all of the mush out, so he would always have some left over in the cup, which he would just leave at the sink. For lunch, the man would eat beans. A different type each day: pintos, navy, pork n, you name it, he ate them.
As you can imagine, bran and beans made for very unpleasant smells behind his closed door. I dreaded having to go back there. And I would never, ever, ever file anything in that office. I always took the file out, even if it was just to put one sheet of paper in it.
Looking back, I think the real reason I left is because I was about to inherit the office right next to his.
Lol Bob. I know bosses can be jerks but I have mostly had some pretty good ones.
At least they were good to me. When I worked at the U one of the secretaries I was friendly with was fired by her boss after lunch, and then about an hour later asked to stay late and type something for him.
She said "You're kidding, right?" and walked out. He wasn't kidding, lol. Just didn't get it.
Workplaces are like septic tanks: All the biggest lumps eventually rise to the top.
On a good note, there's some yummy cheese in my blog today.
Mr. Bob really needs to get that prof job before he gets sucked in by his evil boss.
The boss is an asshat!
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