Job-related funness -- have you ever had a superior you fucking H-A-T-E-D?

[themostepotente]

a.) had a superior who irked the almightly livin' fuck out of you with everything he/she said?

b.) had a superior you were smarter than?

c.) had a superior you fantasized about killing?

d.) all of the above

So I work with this doctor. His name is irrelevant. It may as well be MUD for all I fucking care. He's seventy-five years old and basically dust in a labcoat. He can't hear. He can't see. It's obviously time for his wrinkled ass to retire, but NOOOO -- why retire when he can forever roam the pediatric wing and piss me the fuck off?

I am not kidding when I say I'm smarter than this guy. Or, perhaps, he really is smarter than he looks, because I fucking do HIS work along with my own. I have to do all of his calculations, because I can't read his cramped and miniscule handwriting (NOT a Snape reference :P). I have to constantly remind him what the generics to certain medications are. I even had to spell Methylphenidate for him once. His dosing is suspect. I mean, he may as well prescribe Skittles and Kool-Aid for all the good his treatment provides.

He tries to talk to me, and I try and keep my answers as cryptic as possible. Bottom line -- I hate this guy. The only time he ever sees me smiling when we work together is when I'm fantasizing about killing him -- with my bare hands.

Have a story to share?

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Comments

[lunarennui.livejournal.com]

D.

but considering that i'm about to head to bed after drugging myself up, i think i'll hold off on the story.

let's just say that her name was geneve, she was AWFUL, and her voice is the thing of nightmares.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

let's just say that her name was geneve, she was AWFUL, and her voice is the thing of nightmares.

It must be high-pitched :P

[lunarennui.livejournal.com]

she was the embodiment of umbridge. seriously.

[lunarennui.livejournal.com]

oh, and she was violently MORMON. don't forget that. so a mormon umbridge.

[raendrop.livejournal.com]

Well, when I was a cashier at Farmer Jack, there was this one head cashier everyone called Dragon Lady. She and I had a total Snape-Neville relationship. She stood over me like a vulture my second day on the job, making me totally nervous and flustered, and wrote me up when I didn't check the bottom of the cart FIRST (because she naturally assumed that meant I wasn't going to do it).

Even the cashiers who had been there longer than her resented her for how she treated everyone. She's one of the reasons I ended up quitting after less than a year.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Neville's going to rebel one day. You wait and see. *G*

[raendrop.livejournal.com]

I have a half-started Sneville that I haven't touched for ages. I was actually rather proud of it.

[black-and-bloom.livejournal.com]

Heh. I worked as a writer/production manager for a man who owned his own small business. He stressed customer service over and over, ad nauseum. As I was a naturally polite employee, this wasn't too difficult. But the Catch-22 to all this awesome customer service was that it couldn't cost a thing. I wrote scripts, hired voice talent, and produced recording sessions on a very tight schedule. So tight, in fact, that I occasionally would help out a client who was running late by FedEx-ing (instead of first class mailing) the product to them. One month, I got called on the carpet. My crime? Excessive use of FedEx. The amount? 5 in one month. My boss said to me "I won't be able to send my daughter to drama camp because YOU SEND TOO MANY FED EX PACKAGES!"

Of course, this story is just one of many. I worked for that fucker for 3 years. Ahhhh feels good to vent! Thanks!

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

My boss said to me "I won't be able to send my daughter to drama camp because YOU SEND TOO MANY FED EX PACKAGES!"

I think I would have sent double the next month. *halo*

[orange-bastard.livejournal.com]

The only time he ever sees me smiling when we work together is when I'm fantasizing about killing him -- with my bare hands.

Funniest thing I've read all day!

[orange-bastard.livejournal.com]

oh, sharing a story too.

I was in the Army for 6 years. We got a new sergeant appointed to our section and she was a real bitch. She seemed to take an instant dislike to me and I never knew why. She'd dress me down in front of other soldiers, and seemed to take a gleeful interest in discrediting me or dismissing my input. About a year later, she said something to me that was a shock. She told me her husband, a supply sergeant in our unit, had had a crush on me for a few years. Well fuck, (1) how was I to know that,(2) I never said more than 2 words to the guy, ever, and (3) he married her, didn't he? (what a doofus though...rule #1, don't tell your current about your crushes if they're real, live people you work with.)

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Wow, she really backed you into a corner, didn't she? So what did you say, Hill?

[orange-bastard.livejournal.com]

Not much I could say since she was my superior. I used to be a lot nicer back then too. I basically just stayed away from her.

[xylodemon.livejournal.com]

So, I worked at this Denny's for five years. It was the typical low-budget restaurant staffing situation -- 40 servers on the schedule, but 38 of them don't know eggs from potatoes.

I waited tables, and tried to mind my business. Since I was good at it, I usually had two stations worth of tables to wait on, but I didn't mind, because it was really good money. I and the other girl who knew what she was on about were also in charge of setting stations, making sure the employees took breaks, and dealing with customer complaints. I didn't mind that either, because that *shift-leader* bullshit earned me an extra fifty-cents an hour, or whatever.

Anyway, the general manager gets fired. Which I was not pleased about, because in my long career as a waitress, he'd been the first general manager I'd worked with who'd not had his head up his ass. But yeah. He gets fired, and for some reason, we do not get another general manager for six months. We had two asst. managers (who were pretty much clueless) and general managers from other stores popped by once a day to make sure my store hadn't combusted, but we were pretty much managerless.

About two weeks into this anarchy, one of the asst. managers asks me if I could help out with a few things until the situation got sorted, because I'd gone through management training at a previous Denny's.

Over the course of that six months, wrote the schedule, put the schedule into the computer, did inventory, ordered the food, checked in the food delivery, hired new employees, trained new employees and organized anything related to menu changes, while waiting tables.

So then we get a general manager. But he's an asst. manager who got promoted, and he has no clue what he's doing. He and I get along fine, but he doesn't seem interested in taking over his work that I am doing, and believe me, I asked. He said he needed time to get used to his new situation. Which was fine. I understood that. I keep doing what I'm doing, because it needs to get done.

About a month in, he calls me into his office:

HIM: We need to talk.
ME: Ok.
HIM: I don't appreciate you doing all my work. It's undermining my authority.
ME: ...
HIM: It'd difficult for me to establish myself as the manager when you are presenting yourself to the other employees as the manager.

I could have killed him. I mean, really.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Christ, what an ungrateful bastard! Some jobs can be really thankless. I know -- I've worked my share.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Before I was managed at this pet store where I worked, I had this real bitch of a superior. She kept sending me to do crap tasks when I was about to close a sale, and would close it herself and get the commission. She'd make inappropriate gay jokes to me, knowing I was a lesbian. She'd sit on her ass all the time and make me do her work. And when I came out of a relationship with a woman, had the audacity to tell me 'now that you've got that out of your system, be like the rest of us and find a nice guy to settle down with'.

I hated that woman.

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

*manager

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

How'd she find out you were a lesbian?

[theladyfeylene.livejournal.com]

I'm completely out. My girlfriend would drop by on my lunch break and she'd drop me off and things like that, and we weren't shy about light PDA.

[djin7.livejournal.com]

The question, in my particular case, should actually be, "Have you ever had a superior that you DIDN'T hate/want to kill?"

Maybe 3. Total. In over 20 years in the work force. Evidently I have a problem with authority figures. Huh.

serenitas suggests fantasizing about killing them with a fork in as many different ways as possible. Make a game/contest of it. 100 fun fork filled deaths. *nods*

I'm with her.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Maybe 3. Total. In over 20 years in the work force. Evidently I have a problem with authority figures. Huh.

I have a problem with soem authority figures. This is why I could never join the service.

[cleverthylacine]

I have an incredibly evil boss, who has caused me no end of trouble. The best part is that she thinks I like her.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Ha ha ha -- what gave her that idea?

[cleverthylacine]

Me.

My life is much easier for her thinking so. *points at icon*

[silentauror.livejournal.com]

Oh, just so many stories here. Eight years' worth of summer jobs between years at university, each more depressing than the last. My least favourite was a diner job, where I alternately cooked & served, depending on the day. Or both at once, while the rest of the staff were outside smoking. I didn't get along with a one of them, because I didn't play bingo, watch soaps, smoke or use the same lower-class "dialect" they used. They honestly made fun of me because I went to university ("pretendin' ta be all SMART 'n' shit!") and said "potatoes" instead of "p'taytas" and stuff like that. It was a good time. The manager was dumber than a brick, who frequently made adding mistakes with single-digit numbers. I'm not making that up. Or took more than thirty seconds trying to determine whether milk due to expire on July 1st should be used before milk due on July 21st, say. Simple, easy things like that.

Or the supervisor at the daycare where I worked, who kept calling kids by the wrong names. It was a very small daycare - not even a full-fledged daycare, actually; just the child-care center for a single parents' drop-in center. She was also racist and hated all the non-white kids as well as all the Christian or other-religions-than-Judaism kids. Given that the daycare was in my city's inner city, most of the kids were Native or immigrants - lots of Filipinos and Sudanese. She was a horrid, horrid bitch, and I was glad when we got her fired. Screw that - I was fiercely jubilant. I could have danced. She always made us clean the bathrooms, change the diapers, clean up the toys, reorganize shelves that didn't need reorganizing, do crafts involving glitter (which is insidiously evil and gets into the very pores of your skin, there to stay, fester and release itself all over your clothes at some later date). And so on.

Most of my jobs have been cooking, though, so I've gotten my share of men who think that women can't cook, yet can't follow a recipe to save their lives, jerks who refuse to rotate fridge contents (older stuff at the front, so it gets used before its expiry date), people who always make you do the hard stuff just because you're good at it ("you poach the eggs; So&so can make the toast!"), and so forth. Good. Times.

Is there anyone you could complain to about this guy? He sounds like quite a jerk-off. :)

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

The manager was dumber than a brick, who frequently made adding mistakes with single-digit numbers.

...

Isn't that what fingers and toes are for? :P

[pen-and-umbra.livejournal.com]

Somewhere between A and B. A manager at a client's, no less, so there is to be no pissing off or such activities but damn, he gets on my goat.

So. Educated twerp of the pocket protector variety, who speaks with a headache-inducing I-have-no-nads whine and thinks himself the Lord And Master Of All Software Quality Assurance. No clue what "quality" or "testing" mean in the context of software. (actual quote: "So how much testing do you think we need to do to ensure all the bugs have been found?" *headdesk*) He's a condescending, lying asshole, treats his underlings like shit, and how he got the job, I will never understand. And he farts. Thank goodness I don't need to work with him on a daily basis now.

The twist? Recently, the dude applied for a job in my company (small consulting firm of QA specialists). He was dumb enough to put the details of his second job interview in his Outlook shared calendar (at his current job! dumbass) and when I saw the appointment, I called the CEO of our company ASAP and told her that under no circumstances is she to hire this excuse of a software "professional". CEO: "I value your opinion more than I value a new employee. Trust me, he's not getting a third interview."

*snicker* Score!

Your dude sounds scary. A doctor like that? Fuck. Killing fantasies highly supported. Nine out of ten professionals recommend a chainsaw for best splatter effect.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

And he farts.

That alone would be enough to earn my scorn :P

[ariadneelda.livejournal.com]

No, I can't say I had a superior I hated because most of my adult life I've been working at home as a free-lance translator. One of the main reasons I chose this job is because I have a natural aversion to bosses - to anyone who would be ordering me around.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Oh God, I'd love to work at home. *envies*

[venivincere]

EEK! Please flock this post? Please? God only knows who might be reading this. I don't want anything to happen to you. *hugs* *is scared*

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Who's going to read this? You worry too much, hon. *snogs*

[venivincere]

*hugs* *kisses* *is scared anyway*

[ex-ella-bane358.livejournal.com]

Once I worked at a private school (I taught 6th and 7th grade English) and the principal was a nun who stayed off of her much needed medication regularly. When she was on it, she was pleasant, kind, and she would talk to you. When she wasn't taking it, if you asked her a question, she would give you a dirty look or she would ignore you completely. She did this to teachers, students, and parents. It was the weirdest, most frustrating experience.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Dare I ask what she was supposed to be on?

[madameceleste70.livejournal.com]

I have had the good fortune of liking most of my bosses. I did work for a pervy pharmacist as a tech in high school. He was of the old and wrinkled variety and was always this close to touching all the girls asses that worked with him. Bleecchhhhh.

I worked with a nurse practioner that sounds similar to your doc. She knew nothing about prescribing the meds we used in the clinic on a regular basis. I told her more times than I could count the prescribing directions for Terezol cream. After a few months of working with her, my left eye would twitch uncontrollably by noon whenever we worked together. I finally told my boss it's me or her. I still work for that company 10 years later!

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

Terazol cream? How could she not understand 'insert vaginally?' Argh :P

[alafairnadia.livejournal.com]

my first job while I was in high school was at kmart. I was 17 at the time. one of my managers was a 16 year old who had 'worked her way up' from cashier. she was fucking obnoxious, but could read. the other manager, however, was just plain stupid. every week, we'd get a new circular with all the sale specials, etc. inevitably nothing was ever updated in the computer ('price check!') so we were constantly consulting the circular. one day this stupid manager came over and was like 'you can't give those people a discount for that size toothpaste' and I showed her the circular, which had a picture of the smaller size of toothpaste and a written caption that read 'any size' or something like that. her explanation - 'it doesn't match the picture'.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

This is why K-Mart filed chapter 11.

[saruwatari.livejournal.com]

a.) had a superior who irked the almightly livin' fuck out of you with everything he/she said?

b.) had a superior you were smarter than?

c.) had a superior you fantasized about killing?

d.) all of the above

YES ACTUALLY I HAVE, and it's RIGHT NOW. ... and I so can't even get this story started or I WILL rant about her all day. Seriously.

RAWR. *shoots your superior for you* There, problem solved.

[themostepotente.livejournal.com]

RAWR. *shoots your superior for you* There, problem solved.

Ah, if it were only that simple.