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.

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[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.