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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[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*